Summer Break starts!
Well, the teacher still has not e-mailed me back. Oh wells. If I pass, I pass. If I dont, I dont. Jimmy and I are going to celebrate our 4 year anniversary even though its not until till Monday. Damn he's nosy. He's sitting behind me reading over my shoulder of what I am typing. Anyhow, Going home to LA tomorrow and really looking forward to it. I have had one really busy and hectic summer. I can't wait to see my friends and sit there and do absolutely nothing, except watch horrendous amounts of television. AHHH sweet sweet tv. How I love you so.

"There should be a detective show called 'Johnny Monkey'. That way every week a criminal could say, "I ain't gonna get caught by no monkey," but then he would, and I don't think I'd ever get tired of that.

Worrying
Man, the last couple of days I feel like I been through hell and back. Misunderstandings during my final for the last class of the summer, left me worried and scared for a night. Once everything got straightened out, I am left worrying again about my stupid grade. We don't find out until tomorrow. It's like pure torture. I sometimes wish they would just grade it in front of you like in Kumon Math. Tomorrow my parents are coming up north to visit. I'm so excited to see them. I'm really starting to miss my family. Even though they drive me up the wall sometimes, but there is something refreshing about seeing a familiar face. I can't officially celebrate summer until my final grade comes out. I hate this waiting game sh**. I been put through crap for 24 hours the least the teacher could have done was tell me my damn grade. All this worrying is probably the reason why I was put on medication to prevent me from suffering from an ulcer at age 9.

"Instead of studying for finals, what about just going to the Bahamas and catching some rays? Maybe you'll flunk, but you might have flunked anyway; that's my point."

Stupid Jimmy
October 24th's entry is the reason why boyfriends should not have access to computers.

"Love can sweep you off your feet and carry you along in a way you've never known before. But the ride always ends, and you end up feeling lonely and bitter. Wait. It's not love I'm describing. I'm thinking of a monorail."