So close, yet so far away

Originally Posted On: Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Well this is crap. Sorry but it is. I just had about five whole paragraphs about what has been going on since spring break and I just accidental deleted the whole thing. That sucks. Okay then, Reader's Digest version.

I'm the 19th Informational speaker in Michigan (you have my permission to be amazed). I've given up being an archaeologist (among other things of which only Amber knows). Mom is threatening to give back the fedora and bull whip she bought for my sixteenth. I'm one heck of a seamstress. I need to find a job. Driver's ed is to expensive. I'm taking two College classes in the fall and I need to find someone who can take me the first week and I'm willing to pay for gas. Since I'm not going to prom *glares at people who were so sure they could find someone to ask me* (Just kidding, I know you guys tried and I love ya for it) {Even though I may not be here for prom next year}[You totally fell for that didn't you. Ha. Loser.] I'm going to coerce one of my friends who isn't going to prom (okay, ya there has got to be one of you) to go see a movie with me. I'm thinking Iron Man or the new Indi movie.

What else....I loathe Josh's teacher. I finally have my vegetable/herb garden planted. I'll put up pics later. I'm so not photogenic. Which is why there is a picture of Josh (he's much easier to look at than I am anyway). I helped Dad plant the new grape vines. We bought a new computer with Vista. It's a gorgeous Del by the way, 22 inch wide screen monitor, over four USB ports and...sorry, got a bit off on a geeky sprint there for a moment. I have dad's Xp and the sub woofer that came with it. Heh.

I suck at Spanish. And math. And I'm pretty sure I'm failing all my other classes too. Except History, I have an A in history. Ooh, there was a fight in school today.

I'm going to make this my best summer ever. Because this just might be my last here, boy I sure hope not, but ya never know. And...I think that's it.

OK then. That is my last few weeks in a nut shell. I have a dress to fix. *glances at clock* Oh joy. It's 11. Guess it's another all nighter. This sucks. I'm going to be so dead tomorrow. OH, I almost forgot. The 14th (tomorrow). Is mum and dad's 20th anniversary. Be sure to call or wish them eternal happiness (seriously, I have no idea where that came from, must be the sleep talking) or something along those lines. Goodnight and good luck.

Spork On

P.S. I just read this thing over and I sound kind of sarcastic, ticked off, and what not. Sorry about that. I'm not actually like that. I'm normally bubbly and optimistic. I swear. I'm just sleep deprived. And for those of you who've had the eventful meeting with a sleep deprived Haley, I've moved passed the giggly stage.