If Columbus was wrong...
English essay, which I have no motivation to even start.
Self portrait, I have to finish that in a bit.
I failed that chem test I missed. It's okay. It's the first and only time, I can assure you.
And then there's global. Fuck that whole thematic packet.
Okay so I go home for about 10 minutes. Then my mother calls and tells me I have to go with her to the car dealer because her car is leaking oil. It's in Yonkers. Not only is there traffic, but there was a murder down there so it was a tad bit crazy. I have to be in White Plains for 3:10 for the ENT appointment. The people won't let us have a rental car. Someone poor women who works in the shop drives us to white plains while telling us of her shitty day. So, you see, I have to have surgery to have this cyst removed. Ugh. It's on my neck. I'm so squeamish about it. Okay, after that, we proceed to walk to the Galleria so I can pick up my glasses. I have my new glasses, which I love. And, a plus, I CAN SEE! Okay so then my dad has to come pick us up in White Plains and drive us back down. We spend nearly an hour and a half waiting. They told us it was fixed when we got there, but my dad checked, and of course, it was still leaking. And all throughout this whole ordeal my mother is on the verge of cracking. It's so much fun. Actually though, considering, I'm still in a good mood. But I still am feeling slightly resentful towards a certain few. But whatever, I'll get over it.
In other news, while we were waiting in front of Sears for my dad to pick us up, I told my mother "I feel really uncomfortable standing on street corners, but I bet you don't" It was hilarious, just because she went along with it. It's much fun implying things.
Now it's a matter of waiting for Alyssa to call me back. Hopefully we'll hang out with Christina. And we'll discuss our hatred for Italian. hooray!