CSA today...
damn!!! i thought it was supposed to start at 9. so i got to school at like 8.45 and the school's like.............DEAD QUIET!!!omg. i've nvr seen it like that in my life.. so i was walking around looking at poster boards i've seen for like.. the millionth time.. =D... and then i decided to call my fren.. .so i called.. and we talked for a while... blablablalb... it was like 9.15.. .and i'm like.. where the crap is everyone?? so i called my coach and DAMN... it's supposed to start at 10!!!!!!! blady!!!!!! so i was walking walking walking.. then kelsie comes running in... and she and her sister and rachel had to go bk to rachel's hse coz she wore the wrong color pant.. haahaa.. thanks for messing us up melissa... 8D... so.. balbalblabla.. came bk... camp.... it was tiring... i'm not basing anymore coz i'm too "tall""/// hahaaa.. i'm suprised.. usually americans are taller.. .oh well...
so lunch... katie was in this really pissy mood.. danielle's not suppsoed to drive.. so i drove dani and cheryl to burger king... katie kels and rach were there waiting.. so then katie told me her car died... lol.. so after lunch i drove 6 ppl bk to school.. i mean it's not that bad...my car's pretty big.. =) then KATIE... was being funny.. and talked to this weird mexican guy at the side of the street.. and they started this whole thing about "puta" and "punta" ... OMG... i laughed so much i couldn't drive.. thanks for distracting me guys. ... muahahahaah.... and then the whole way they were saying "hija de puta"//// i was seriously trying to NOT speed like katie and get bk to camp ALIVE>...so after that i was really really tired.. after camp i came straight home took a shower... and blog.. woohoo!!!
ahh!!!!!!!! i DON"T wanna stunt anymore........ my hands hurt SOOOOOOOOOOOO bad..... I"M SO TIRED!!!!!!!!!!!!
no time to think about boys.. i guess i'll put it that way... =) u know what i mean... i know u know what i mean... lol.. i'm crapping....
nvm................
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