a walk to remember
2001-12-22 @ 10:27 p.m.
Oiiiiii...my throat really hurts. Today was a really boring day because I spent most of the time cleaning the house. My mom forced me to. I didn't wake up until 10:30 because I stayed out late last night. I had a Christmas party to go to at Jackie's house. It was alright, but we had a secret Santa grab between our friends, and I ended up getting Jackie. She always gives such bad presents. I got a photo album. I mean, it wasn't that bad, but everyone else got really cool gifts. I knew this was going to happen, though. I almost got killed twice last night when Jackie was driving me home. We were going up Broadway and some girl ran her light and starting bombing down the wrong side of the street. The two cars literally came within a few inches of one another. Then, we had to get gas because the car was running on fumes. The only place that was open was the one that was self-serve. I'd never pumped gas before, but I just did it for Jackie, because she was a little bit shooken up from almost dying. Anyway, after that we were on our way home and Jackie cut someone off really really really closely, and we almost got into another accident. Last night was not a good driving night. The first one wasn't our fault though. I think that the girl was drunk. She just drove away smiling.
Carla was supposed to call me today so that we could finalize the plans for tomorrow, but she never did. I am worried now, because I'm afraid that we're not going to go tomorrow night. We have to go out to the Brazilian night club! I've been looking foward to it for the whole entire week. Hopefully she'll call me tomorrow. I know that she had to work today for a long time, so maybe she just didn't have time. I'm sure that she didn't forget. I hope. EEEE! I want to go and meet a hot Brazilian guy! Anyway.
My dad took us all out for ice cream tonight. Although my slowly fattening figure does not really need any ice cream, it was still good. Now I feel guilty because it didn't really taste that good and I didn't need to eat it. If the rest of my family eats it though, I feel compelled to do so as well. How awful.
I'm feeling sort of tired. Probably because I'm going to come down with something right before Christmas. Just my luck. I wish there was some way to make my throat stop hurting. Owowowow. Well, more on my exciting life tomorrow. Unless I end up going out to that club after all.
Ciao!
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