|Current mood:|| tired|
I woke up around 5:30 as usual to do my homework that I procrastinated the night before. After first period ended at 8 o'clock, I went home because it's still testing week, seniors get over two hours, from 8-10 a.m. free to themsleves. I have not had any free time to relax during 8 to 10 but with the exception of on my birthday. I ended up using the time to finish off delayed homework from the previous night.
I had to stay after school for three hours in Madame Anderson's class for a study session for the AP French test that will be taken on Monday. All the time Trung, Karen, and I hardly concentrated on our work because we were thinking about the pizzas that Madame had promised to order for us if we came to the study session. When the pizza boxes finally came, I pigged out on three slices and Karen had four. The rest of the study session was a bit easier to concentrate but on some of the listening comprehension questions I lacked focused because I became sleepy from being full.
After the french study session, I went to Karen's house. Her house is nice, shiny, and airy. I met her 9 year half vietnamese and half nicaraguan cousin, Jergen. Not only does Jergen speaks English fluently, he can also speak Spanish very well. He seems like a cool kid to hang around with. I stayed at Karen's house for about two hours.
Then her brother, Julio drove us back to school to go to the Star Party. On the drive to school, I saw Marco at the bus stop across from Burger King. I don't think he was going to work because that is not the bus stop to Michaels, near Eastridge ... at leat I don't think so. Only later at 10:30 when I got home from the Star Party that I found out Marco had first stopped by my house to drop off a couple of DVDs that he wanted me to see. I hope everthing is going well for him.
Karen and I mostly hanged out with Alberto and his brother Omar at the Star Party. We had some cookies and punch and looked through the telescopes to view Jupitar, Saturn, and the surface of the moon. Then they walked me home. We ended up playing tag late in the night around my townhouse neighborhood. We actually ran real hard to prevent from not being it. We stopped playing when Omar got hurt from bumping into a bolt in the ground near the benches. We just sat on the benches and table and talked. I could not communicate with Omar much because he speaks more Spanish than English.
In the end, we wished each other good night.
It's past midnite now.
Good night to you too.