whoopwhoop.
Haven't been telling you much recently, have I? Just mooning over a boy.
So. I've got a little bit of catching up to do.
Type your Sunday, we went into Chicago for some extra credit at the Art Institute. Stupid extra credit, really, but there you have it. I kinda needed it anyway. Basically, there were ten of us: and ten is a big number when you're trying to navigate around a city you know nothing about. Plus, I really only knew Nathan and Kelly and Cheryl. I knew Sonya and Anna, but they were closer with all the other people, and so was Cheryl, so basically, it divided us into two groups: Me, Nathan and Kelly, and everyone else
Don't politics suck?
We split up inside the museum, met back up at the end, and their half of the group decided they wanted to go to chinatown. We didn't. Chinatown is dirty, small, and completely touristy. Nothing authentic about it. We wanted to just wander around Michigan Ave and find someplace to eat lunch, maybe go to Millenium Park, whatever. Cheryl wanted to go with them, but she had to be with our chaperone (my dad) so she ended up coming with us.
It was fun once we split up. (Which could also be called 'cutting off the baggage', but I don't mean to sound bitchy. x3) We tried to find an italian restaurant Kelly had been to...and ended up going to another italian restaurant anyway. We sat there for like an hour and a half, talking about nothing and everything as usual. Then we tried to find Millenium Park...failed...bought new shoes and socks for Cheryl at Payless (it was kinda yucky outside) and walked in circles around the Sears Tower (and took pictures with the sign, since it won't be Sears Tower for long!). Almost took a trolley ride--until we found out it was $29. Then we went to Starbucks, hung there for an hour and a half taking wacky pictures, and met up with the entire group on the train ride back.
Whoopwhoop.
Fun stuff, man. Fun stuff.
Anyway, I was cleaning out my closet (which is the reason why I couldn't go and watch more musicals over my friend's house today *sob*) and I found my old diary! Wow. I mean, wow. It was so funny how pathetic and dramatic I was. Funnily enough, even back then I was completely desperate for love. I kinda cracked myself up reading over it. Then I wrote a new entry, starting off: "Agh. What the hell? Breaking news, folks: I'm 16 now."
It was very stress-relieving. Shockingly so.
So now I've got a blog AND a diary! GUESS WHO'S AN EMOTIONAL LOSER?!
Uhyup. That be me.
I feel like I've done nothing all day.
I wanted to go to Evie&Marcy's, dammit.
-sigh-
I want school to start again. Does that make me crazy?
If it doesn't, I've got a few other things that do.