Summer Report #22

I went to school today, but I wasn't in class. So it still is Summer. Anyway. I went to school for orientation and to pick up my schedule. I'm torn in between Yearbook and Orchestra because they're both the same period. Although, I think I'm coming to the conclusion that I'll take orchestra, and keep participating with yearbook. I think Capuchino is gonna end up editor instead of me because I won't be able to take the class. For those who care, this is my schedule as of right now:

1- AP World History: Pompilio
2- Spanish 3-4: Wager
3- Advanced English: Barbolla
4- Honor's Chemistry: Dyson
5- Photography 1: Miles
6- Advanced Intermediate Algebra II: Pope
7- Chamber Orchestra: Paige

It was fun seeing everyone again, especially the boys. Seems to me that their balls dropped this summer, and they all have hella deeper voices, HAH. Brendon looks like such a. I don't even know. Short hair, deep voice, hella tall now. Everyone's so. Different. It's cool though. Nicole's still the same. SIKE. Two piercings and two gauge sizes bigger, she looks hella different. Dope thooooooooooough she might hook me up with some shit. If the counselor's change my schedule again so that I get Perez for Spanish, I'm gonna be so pissed.

Anyway, thanks so much to Gabe and Buya for talking to me last night, and helping me deal with issues. Karl, I know you're gonna read this so: I hope you're not upset at me. I forgive you because holding a grudge towards a mistake is stupid, and I hope that you understand what I mean. If God can forgive everyone for their sins and mistakes, including you, why can't I forgive you? We have been apart for more than three months before, so more than four months shouldn't be hard since we've made it work for the past eight months, right? And the fact is that I do love you, and I care for you. Always have, always will.

Buya cheered me up last night. "YO DAWG, I HERD YOU LIKE CARS SO WE PUT A CAR IN YO CAR SO YOU CAN DRIVE WHILE YOU DRIVE." and "when I'm emo, I crease my shoes."

Later today, I'm going to the mall with my fam to get my kid brother a cell phone. And he's like, 8 years old? Whatever, I'm not paying for it, our parents are. I have a feeling I'll be seeing the boppers from my school's orientation at Plaza. SMH.