I really should stop saying that. It's so... Emma of me.
Which reminds me to call the "one with the hair" to ask if he's got his stupid tickets yet. Because if he doesn't, well, too bad I guess. Ain't nufin I can do 'bout it.
I swear jazz was meant to be in the mainstream. But it isn't. Which means I get to enjoy it while others barely know what it is.
Etta James... Yay. Though Fantasia Barrino does a good cover for Summertime.
Oh wow, I'm at a loss of words as to what to write on here. How sad.
I'm about a week behind in all schoolwork. Because I missed I think 3.5 days out of four or so. Just because of dentist/doctor/health nurse appointments. As well as a writers workshop, and a bulling/in-school mentoring program workshop training thing.
'Cause I'm just that busy. And it happens again this week.
Because on tuesday, I have an interview, and wednesday, yet another doctors appointment.
Went last night to my cousins, slept over. Went to bed at 3am. Then this morning I went shopping for my cats, and got my mom a pendant for christmas in the process, as well as going for breakfast with my uncle, aunt, two cousins and one of their girlfriends.
Then went home, played video games, surfed the net for like. ..20 minutes.
Then, attempted to do some homework, but gave up. Because, I don't want to do the damn homework.
Oh jeez, I'm pathetic, really I am. I swear you'd think I have nothing to say, but I do...sorta.
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2 comments:
Yep, that's whatever it is for you.
You should keep that one thing up.
Don't fall for you know who doing you know what.
Whatch out behind you.
You can't do that. I swear.
Well that's enough of that one thing that I may, or may not, be doing here. So away with me.
Sweets, if you're giving Etta a spin try At Last, All I Could Do Was Cry, A Sunday Kind of Love and Tell Mama.
GOLD tracks, I tell you.
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