The RUN Away Bride's Maid
Oh gosh, I had to meet up with the conceited Geremy. Although it is his nature to show-off, this time he was more considerate of his life and well-being. This time it somewhat intrigued me.
I came home from school when I ran across my cousin, lets name her Marie. Well, we both never really liked Geremy, so we just decided in which who would get shotgun. Evidently, both of us didn't. Since the amount of space in his pick-up truck can only hold a twig, I fortunatly had to sit in the back.
Although during the ride, I indolently listened to the conversation knowing I can't stare at the people outside the window, since he positioned the seat awkwardly. He mentioned about the wedding the whole enchalada. Marie offered me to read a book, called, Under the Tuscan Sun. I actually want to read more of it, but I can't read in cars, I get car-sick.
Afterwards, I surprisingly saw my mom at the westminister mall. She was carrying a bag with a box in which I assumed was a shoe box. She came with us to get the dressed altered. As usual, they assumed I was anorexic and so they cut the dress in about an half an inch in which its suppose to be. I swear I couldn't breathe in that thing. It just took two minutes for everything to be arranged, then it was off to dinner, or lunch. A dunch, or a linner?
I ate sushi. My dad doesn't approve of me to eat a dead, raw fish. Well, i love the taste. My cousin ate teriyoki chickem, and my future cousin in law ate a steak sandwich. The food was ok, but my stomache hurts now.
Then, was the brutal ride home. Geremy's truck was filled iwht junk, that i could barely move my legs, which was in a hurtful position. He first started off with the wedding, and I guess Marie ask the quesiton, "How did you and my cousin meet?" He said half on the interenet, but really on her 18th birthday. I barely remember something from the past. I was around 2 or 3, and i was at my cousins house, the one who is getting married. Well, I walked into the room, and there was a group of friend just like how Geremy said it, and then they were playing a game kind of like how Geremy explained it. I think there is a connection righh there. A coincedence huh?
Well, anyways I am currently talking to a friend. It's about yearbook, and he is just explaining how hard and stressful his job is. Oh gosh, I know its really hard, but it just bugs me how naive the journalism class can get! They should try running a class and setting up everything. I really try to provide everything, but it is just too hard. I really do try though, and when I can't get what the class wants, I just feel like a made another disappointment towards my self. I base everything towards my responsiblilty, and I beilieve their actions are partly my fault. In fact, I think of it as all of my fault.
That didn't make sense.. but ohwell i have to go BYE
I came home from school when I ran across my cousin, lets name her Marie. Well, we both never really liked Geremy, so we just decided in which who would get shotgun. Evidently, both of us didn't. Since the amount of space in his pick-up truck can only hold a twig, I fortunatly had to sit in the back.
Although during the ride, I indolently listened to the conversation knowing I can't stare at the people outside the window, since he positioned the seat awkwardly. He mentioned about the wedding the whole enchalada. Marie offered me to read a book, called, Under the Tuscan Sun. I actually want to read more of it, but I can't read in cars, I get car-sick.
Afterwards, I surprisingly saw my mom at the westminister mall. She was carrying a bag with a box in which I assumed was a shoe box. She came with us to get the dressed altered. As usual, they assumed I was anorexic and so they cut the dress in about an half an inch in which its suppose to be. I swear I couldn't breathe in that thing. It just took two minutes for everything to be arranged, then it was off to dinner, or lunch. A dunch, or a linner?
I ate sushi. My dad doesn't approve of me to eat a dead, raw fish. Well, i love the taste. My cousin ate teriyoki chickem, and my future cousin in law ate a steak sandwich. The food was ok, but my stomache hurts now.
Then, was the brutal ride home. Geremy's truck was filled iwht junk, that i could barely move my legs, which was in a hurtful position. He first started off with the wedding, and I guess Marie ask the quesiton, "How did you and my cousin meet?" He said half on the interenet, but really on her 18th birthday. I barely remember something from the past. I was around 2 or 3, and i was at my cousins house, the one who is getting married. Well, I walked into the room, and there was a group of friend just like how Geremy said it, and then they were playing a game kind of like how Geremy explained it. I think there is a connection righh there. A coincedence huh?
Well, anyways I am currently talking to a friend. It's about yearbook, and he is just explaining how hard and stressful his job is. Oh gosh, I know its really hard, but it just bugs me how naive the journalism class can get! They should try running a class and setting up everything. I really try to provide everything, but it is just too hard. I really do try though, and when I can't get what the class wants, I just feel like a made another disappointment towards my self. I base everything towards my responsiblilty, and I beilieve their actions are partly my fault. In fact, I think of it as all of my fault.
That didn't make sense.. but ohwell i have to go BYE
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