Today turned out to be amazing. I didn't read my chapter or take notes for history, and I didn't do my writing workshop for English. I also didn't do my chemistry homework. I did my spanish. But I was running late and left my spanish book at home. But as it turned out, she didn't even take up our spanish homework. And then out of no where we had activity period, in which I took notes over the chapter for History and did my writing workshop. And as it turned out, my chemistry teacher wasn't at school today. So therefore my chemistry homework wasn't taken up. Yess...

Days like this make me happy. And I had spaghetti for lunch...it was great, although I looked like a big nasty eating it.

Went to Stones River Battlefield after school today. Saw about every other person who takes APUSH there too. I watched some video about the war, got a brochure and a stamp, and then left. Everyone was saying how they were dreading it and how pointless the video was and how much the whole thing sucked. But I'm a freak, and I really liked the video, and at one point, It made me really sad, and affected me. lol. And I read every little thing that was posted on the walls. I just like history for some odd reason. You'd think I'd read my history chapters then...

So yea, saw this on lexie's xanga a while back...

Five things you may or may not know about me.

One: I am lactose intolerant. It sucks, because I looove cheese. And anything from starbucks or espresso joe's. And ice cream. But whatever, I'm used to it, and I usually eat all of those things anyways.

Two: I am a huge reality show fan. Not those stupid love ones, but like Big Brother, The Amazing Race, Survivor, The Apprentice, America's Next Top Model. Those kinds. Sometimes it borders on the verge of obsession, but I enjoy it.

Three: I'm scared of just about everything. Terrified of the dark. (yea yea, you know you are too), Spiders, Snakes, Heights, Needles, etc. The list goes on.

Four: I had surgery this summer. I had some weird kind of hernea that I wont go into details about. But yea, I was a blast when they were drugging me up. There was some black nure by me, and I started screaming her name in a really ghetto accent. And I kept saying that my hand with the IV in it was my strong hand, in the same voice as the guy from scary movie two. They had to make the incision right above my "dirty zone" lol. So they had to shave around there. And then the nurse was shaving. I started screaming, "She's peeking!!! She's peeking!!!"  Yea, kinda graphic, but whatever. I had a lot of fun having surgery, lol. But sometimes my scar still hurts...I should probably get that checked out, heh.

Five: I've been thinking of an  idea of what I want to do when I grow up, but I'm too nervous to tell anyone. I've been thinking about going to some artsy kind of school in Chicago, and majoring in something dealing with fashion, and then minoring in something dealing with business (just in case). I've always enjoyed clothes. But it makes guys come off as feminine when they enjoy clothes and want to design them or do whatever career with them. But I don't care. I like it, so eat me. Then some point during college, I'm going to apply for "The Real World" lol. I think I could make it easily. And I would be hilarious to watch, because the other people on the shows are usually stupid and un-educated, So I would have fun messing with them. And then I would have recognization to get started in the fashion business. So that would be awesome. Many of you are probably thinking. Bad idea, not realistic. Well maybe it is, and maybe its not. But what the hell. I'll probably die when I'm 30, so why not.

Yea, not very important matters, but It was entertaining for me.

So yea, pretty sure I knew it was Deja vu and I couldn't think of how to spell it if my life depended on it. Just looking at it makes me feel stupid, lol, day ja voo.

"I'd rather dance with you then talk with you"

^^^ I love the Kings of Convenience. A lot.