|Current mood:|| exhausted|
|Current music:||that new song by Usher, it's coming from Tyrell's headphones|
High flying kite
I am so stinking busy today. I have to pick Val up after school, and she lives down in Dearborn off of Michigan Ave and Telegraph, then I wanted to take her to that massage place, then tanning, then I have to shower, then I wanted to stop by that pizza place Whitney told me about, and then youth group. I really hope I have time for all of this. I might not.....
Mrs. Wright cracks me up. She's telling me about catching her 16 year old son being high and then she telling me how the girl sitting next to me looks higher than a kite. Oh man, this woman is something else. She is so nice though. I seriously feel bad for being her student assistant and barely ever doing anything in here, but I don't know how to do anything with the computers like they are doing in the course.
Blah blah blah....I don't know what else to write about right now....oooh, I think I'll finish writing my letter to Bryce