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Listening to: Taproot

Posted September 20, 2005

Whoot, only two days until I finally turn 15. I can stop lagging behind everyone in my grade in age--everyone's 15 or above! 15 is actually young compared to rest of the class of 2008. Or according to one of my friends, whom I call Geezer. Imagine why. Things have been cool for my birfday so far. I've gotten away with a lot lately, tho I can't imagine why. Thursday was Blackacre. That was a lot of fun. I wasn't expecting nething to happen, and nothing did, but my parents went bananas when they found out I took a walk in the woods with Brad and Jeff. But nothing happened--they're just being seriously anal retentive. See, they were under the illusion that I would be at the Blackacre Nature Preserve with a few other FFA kids, under the constant supervision of Mr. Suttles (my Ag. teacher) and Ms. Ridings. It didn't exactly happen. I got really bored quickly, and since it was just Brad and Jeff there, we decided to do some other things. Thank goodness, the Parentals didn't find out that I was in a barn alone with Brad and Jeff--they prolly would've moved me out of Seneca. Okay. So in the barn, we played dodgeball with sum free stress balls that we're being given out at the main event (a presentation to teachers about how you can use Ag. in classrooms; it was dead-boring), and I tried to wrestle Brad's water bottle out of his hands. We were in the loft. And the walk in the woods was bullshit. Brad and Jeff had left the Preserve temp. to go get their fishing poles from Jeff's house. Dandy. I called them after a lil bit, and found out they were on their way. I decided to meet them at the pond where they were fishing. As I was leaving, Ms. Ridings asked if I wanted a map, and me, being all foresty-yeah-I'm-a-hiker-and-I-won't-need-a-map self, declined. So I walked along one path for a while, then decided to back track and try another, then I did  a lil bit of sum off-road walking. I was never lost technically, I just had no idea where my destination was. So I hooked up to the path again, and walked down it for about half a mile, to where the path split three ways. I stared at the sign that signified the end of the property, and hearing gun shots, decided that my best course of action was to just forget finding the pond, and use the path to get back to the main event. As I was getting off the path (not too far from the main path), Brad and Jeff came walking up. It was bull. They were empty-handed, and it turned out that you couldn't fish on a nature preserve w/o having a $500 fine attached to it. So that's when the walk happened. I mentioned to the parentals that I had been hiking in the woods, and they asked, "Who?" Choosing not to lie, I said, "Brad and Jeff." And that's when they went ape shit. Loverly, let me tell you. It pissed me off. Tomorrow night (from then), I was supposed to be going to the Seneca vs. Ballard football game (at Ballard) with my friend Lindsay, and my mom was insisting on going. I kept telling her that it was me Lindsay invited, not me and my mum. I had an overreaction. I just had had enough of their stupid shit about FFA and the walk in the woods, and I burst out crying. I called a close friend of mine, and generally calmed down. It was traumatic. And I'm glad that night's through.

Sorry. Don't feel like blogging nemore. Kinda bored...Cheers! StarrGurl