I miss the days of being stuffed into the backseats of cars. Sitting next to people you loved and would give your right arm for just because they were so fun to be around, but you'd never admit to feeling that way. The days of causing mischief. And never quite knowing where you were going Or if you were going to get there But liking it that way.
Work at JEM is going well. I'm really enjoying it so far. Today will be the end of my second work week. Woo. Also, I am now a 16-year-old high school graduate. I need to go register for the SATs and get some information about colleges. Go me. I'm awesome.
She called me at like 7:30 this morning, saying "Oh, we have puppy preschool at 11:30 so get home and give the dog a bath and clean up your room and I'll pick you up at 11." It is currently 11:29, and that stupid bitch still isn't here. The end.