Has it been a good day?
Yes...yes it has.
By my standards, anyway.
This morning in science got paired with Clark Thomas for an experiment. His significant other wasn't very happy about it, but I was.
Diary, that boy has a smile that could level a roomful of teenage girls in seconds flat. I, as a member of the teenage girl demographic, can attest to that fact.
He grinned at me over the Bunsen burner and I got woozy. Plus, he's really devastatingly smart. I could just sit around and listen to him talk for hours.
After science class was over though, I had to let him go back to Amber (yeach). It's not fair that the pretty blondes always get the cute guys. Maybe I should ask Leah about it...she's a blonde, she'll know.
Hm. Maybe I should bleach my hair?
Nah...with my luck, it'd turn green or something. I'll stick with being a brunette for now.
Which reminds me: I have to go poke around in the attic for my white wig. Halloween is approaching and there's a carnival/dance of sorts being held at school. If I can find it, I can wear the same costume I wore last year. That black dress and the white wig should make a passable costume, I should think.
I can be 'if Lady Death and Elvira had a love child'.
I wonder if I still have those weirdo green contact lenses lying around somewhere...hm...have to check.
Well, either way, my hand is getting tired. Andie out.
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Thursday, October 12th
Dad called today. Apparently, I've been in Ohio for two months and he just noticed I'm gone. Gee, thanks dad. So nice to know you miss me.
He said he's sending me some money for my birthday, but we all know how that's going to turn out.
Ugh. I don't even want to think about him right now.
Shoot. My hand is bleeding again.
Alright, now that that's taken care of...
Great, now there's blood spatter on my diary page...looks like it belongs at a crime scene or something. Yeesh. Well, I suppose I'd better explain.
I went up to the attic today to look for my Halloween costume (found it, by the way) and I tripped and fell on a box of Christmas ornaments. Sliced my hand open pretty good on one of the when I went down.
The attic is partially carpeted, you see, and there's an uneven lump where it's trying to peel away from the wall. Me being the talented creature that I am, I managed to get my foot hung up on it and down I went. Remind me to go get the staple gun out of the garage and fix it later.
I'd fix it now, except my knees are pretty bruised up from it as well. In fact, I think it's about time to get some more Tylenol.
Terry's coming over later tonight and we're going to do our homework together. She's a math whiz, apparently (certainly wouldn't know it to look at her) so she's going to do-I mean...help me do my algebra homework and I'm going to help her with her book report since I've read Pride and Prejudice already.
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Friday, October 20th
Wow. It seems like an age since I've written in you, diary. I have a good excuse, though. I have a job! That's right, I'm a librarian now.
Ok, so maybe that's not much to get excited about, but I'm still thrilled. I work every afternoon from four to eight and I'm getting five bucks an hour after taxes. Plus I've convinced the head librarian Mrs. Morrison (she's like a manager, almost) to let me stay after work and do research for school. So, every Monday and Wednesday, I've got complete run of the joint. You know that there are parts of the building that no one ever uses? At least it seems that way...
There's a section waaaaay in the back that's full of high school yearbooks and school newsletters and stuff that's got a coat of dust on it a quarter of an inch thick. I guess no one ever gets nostalgic for their high school years around here. I'm going to have to look through some of those volumes sometime. I'm curious as to what my teachers looked like back in their heyday. I can only imagine what Mrs. Morrison looked like. I wonder how old she is? Must be seventy at least...
Anyways...Leah is taking me out tonight, there's a party over at Chris Nelson's house 'cause his parents are out of town. Leah said knowing Chris, it'll be (and I quote) 'the social event of the season'.
I take that to mean there'll be booze and drugs spread as far as the eye can see.
I'm just going 'cause Leah's dragging me along. I'm supposed to defend her honor, she said.
I take that incessant honking to mean she's arrived. Catch ya later.
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Wednesday, October 25th
I get my first paycheck in two days and by my count, I've got two hundred dollars coming my way. I already know what I'm going to do with it too. I'm going to get a new winter coat (the old one is looking quite threadbare in places) and some new CDs.
Leah's picking me up on Friday night and we're going to go get Terry and then hit the mall.
It's weird that I've never hung out with both of them at the same time. I sure hope they'll get along ok. I don't know if they know each other already or not. I mean, I always hang out with them individually...it never occurred to me that they might not get along together. Boy, that would suck if they don't. I don't think I could pick one over the other.
What else? There must be something...
Oh! I've fleshed out the outline for my history project pretty well and I've already finished the parts on the founding of Springwood. I've also got most of eighteen ninety through the nineteen twenties done. Apparently Springwood was a hide out for several notorious gangsters throughout the prohibition years. It's fascinating really.
I called up the Springwood Sentinel earlier and asked if I could come in and have a looked at their archives on Saturday, and after a lot of begging, pleading and cajoling, I convinced the guy to let me come in. I can be incredibly persuasive when I want to be, apparently.
Ah! It's almost four! I've gotta go!