kay so. another blog posting...yay.
So got up this morning, earlier than usual because my brother told me to wake him up at 7 since he was going to hop on the computer real quick and type something out. So I wake up and text jagi straight away again. I hope I'm not annoying her?
Anywayyy, so I wake my brother up, and the response I get is "I'm too tired I'm going back to sleep." SO YEAH WOKE UP EARLY FOR NO REASON.
Anywaayyyy, showered, got ready, mommy made lunch for me and out the door. !
So when I got to school, I was just walking around the third floor when my art teacher hunted me down alongside the head of the yearbook commitee...I think ?
And she was all"oh this is the artist I was talking about".
So it seems that the 2010 yearbook had no cover art or whatever, so they decided to just do a blank ass piece of poop that was white, with a bunch f quotes on top in grey...
But then my art teacher was like "hey show her some of your work. If you could, could you do the yearbook coverpage" awesomeeee. I get to do the yearbook coverpage and make it look not ugly like the other coverpages of the entire history of Bosco's yearbooks.
Anywayyy, since I was talking to them about any details they could give me for this job, I missed a text my friend Vee sent me. She told me to meet her at the front of the school so I ran downstairs to the front to get her. I text her and she says shes already up top of the school and I had to run back up. oh my. anyway. she dropped off her laptop in my locker and left. I needed it to present for my english class that day.
Okay so. grabbed the projector, the laptop and set up in class.

Period one.
I did my presentation, and I think I did pretty well. The class seemed pretty bored as always and as ALWAYS ALWAYS once I stepped out of the class everyone call me speed racer or bullet since I presented too fast. ahahah. Oh well. The rest of the class was pretty boring.

Period Two.
Math test. Me suck. 'Nuff said. 0%

Period Three.
Presentations. I didn't present today so whatever, but it was pretty boring....Didn't even do anything today. I was dying. So I worked on the rough copy of the yearbook design. Yaay.

Period Four.
Discussed the details of the coverpage with the art teacher, and the second in command of the yearbook commitee. They both like my design. Awesome. Waiting on further details on the job.
I missed my Susiekins. She wasn't texting me much today. But its okay.

After school. My Jagi went to watch the grudge.Or so she told me. I went to my PLASP program and volunteered taking care of the kids. THEY ARE SO ANNOYING. It is unbelievably unbearable. like jeez. How does a girl get 6, 30 times in one game of Trouble? JEEZ.
Went home extremely tired. Mommy picked me up. On the way home, she went to return tickets to viet fest, and I was like "OH VIET FEST" and she was like yeah, want a ticket? And I was like "Yeah my friends are going so I guess I'll go, now, too" and so yeah now I have a ticket to viet fest. lol. And when I got back home pulling in the car, my jagi calls me crying. I was so worried about her. I hate myself for not being able to be there for her. I wish I could have been. She sounded like she needed me. and I failed.

Once I got up to the house, I immediately grabbed the phone and called her back to make sure she was okay. Had a nice 4 minute something second talk with her and she seemed to be okay so I was happy. Had dinner. A proper dinner. First one in forever. Yaay.
So I tried to figure out some of the kinks in this current art project that I'm doing right now. And I think its coming together really nice. Its a personal custom edit for my yearbook cover design. Yeah. Two edited versions.One for me. one for school. and I'll be happy. heheh. Nicole annoys me. So here I am typing this extremely SHORT blog post and I hope that my jagi will read it fully...but idk. Who knows anyone who would read something like this. =| so SHORT.
I'm really good at french. Jm'applle claud et poo-poo croissant et moi.
I'm also fluent in Italian. Spaghetti.
Japanese? Nihao~
Chinese! That be fifteen dorrah.
Korean. NIGA NIGA NIGA.
And that is the end of my insanely boring life.