Ramble In the Jangle.

That's Bob. 

My Mother bought him for me when I was 16. 

I Love him.

I had a conversation with my Best Friend (S. McCants Jr.) and we have come to the conclusion that 

We are going to post more. 

Since everyone on their blog talks about their day. Maybe I'll do it for once.

So I woke up this morning. Late. Again. I had my short day of classes today. 

-My Drawing I class was today. 8AM in the morning. -_- I will never take an 8AM again. Even if it is drawing. We drew cups today. To get a feel of dimensions. And then we drew boxes. I feel like such an amateur at drawing. I should be much better than I am.

-Accounting: Calculating transactions in Journals and Ledgers. Money Talks. I Listen. 

-Spanish... I dread this class. I'm pretty good at it. But I just hate when we have to do group work. I'm so antisocial. And the dumbass kids in my class butcher Spanish. Well anyway. We were supposed to watch a video about Mexico but the DVD kept skipping so she let us out early.

So after that I went straight home this time. Got into my bed when I receive a text from Nyquil(a) to pick her up. It's 12:00 mind you. She was supposed to go to school for the full day today... But how could I say no. 

I drive to 7-11 and wait for her. Some BaseHead lady asks me for some change. Okay. I never give the Junks money but I felt like she was a lurker. I gave her 25cents. And then she had the nerve to ask me for a dollar. A DOLLAR!? So I told her "No! What the hell!?" It's the peacoat. Three years wearing a peacoat and no one asks me for itty bitty change. They want 75cents. A dollar. One time some dude asked me for a Five (!)... Lemme not even start...

Thankfully she kept moving. Then Nyquil(a) finally shows up. (I have no patience, I swear she took 20 min. to escape that place.) 

We go back to my house and listen to music. 

. . .

...Then I took her to detention. Then I picked her up from detention.

And now that I think of it, she left gas money in my car...

That girl is Amazing.

Now I'm home. Sitting trying to delete ridiculous songs off my 30GB iPod when I should be doing Accounting homework, and revising an argument paper for Composition I.

Okay that's it.

There's more, but I can't do this. 

I'm telling you too much.

Bye.