Well, went jean shopping, and found some good stuff.
Then we went to Target, and the whole time my mom was promising for a pumpkin spice latte at the end to make the trip worthwhile.
We FINALLY get to the end, and I was so happy, because I like, never get extra drinks or whatever.
You can probably imagined what happened if I'm writing a blog post about it.
It came out as an ICED drink. I was looking forward to a warm, filling, yummy drink.
And I get this small, frozen, all-you-taste-is-ice thing.
It was not cool.
But what was I supposed to do? I told my mom, but the cold one was expensive already, and my mom didn't want it.
So a drink single-handedly ruined my night. Not that it was much to begin with.
I'm about 10,000 words behind on Nanowrimo. I don't know if I want to try, with my schedule and all. I don't want to get myself all disappointed because I had too many school projects going on.
And I had a ton of comm. arts homework I have to get done, and I was complaining about it to my mom, and she told me I didn't HAVE to do it tonight. She said that with my grades, I shouldn't worry about it.
UH, HELLO?
I think I'm the only kid in the world whose parents tell them NOT to do homework.
So now that my mom took her sweet old time, it's 8:30, I have a huge pile of homework untouched, and I need to take a shower. And I'm in the worst mood ever.
I don't know why, but I'm getting period jet lag. I've been all hormonal lately. If you hadn't guessed.
Like, I've been crying about that pumpkin latte thing, and it's a coffee.
That I'd been looking forward to for freaking three hours and wanted badly because I never have a chance to get those.
But I drank it. And hated it.
It tasted like ice. No one likes that.
I need to be sixteen already so I could drive to a different starbucks and get another one, without having to get one from that fight-the-man guy who works at Target who is actually working for one of the biggest corporations in America that injects their cows with hormones.
I'm going to bed now.
No I don't HAVE any pictures from today, and I'm sure as heck not going to show YOU.
This is why I needed the caffeine. D8888
He gave me a FROZEN DECAF CUP OF CRAP.
Then we went to Target, and the whole time my mom was promising for a pumpkin spice latte at the end to make the trip worthwhile.
We FINALLY get to the end, and I was so happy, because I like, never get extra drinks or whatever.
You can probably imagined what happened if I'm writing a blog post about it.
It came out as an ICED drink. I was looking forward to a warm, filling, yummy drink.
And I get this small, frozen, all-you-taste-is-ice thing.
It was not cool.
But what was I supposed to do? I told my mom, but the cold one was expensive already, and my mom didn't want it.
So a drink single-handedly ruined my night. Not that it was much to begin with.
I'm about 10,000 words behind on Nanowrimo. I don't know if I want to try, with my schedule and all. I don't want to get myself all disappointed because I had too many school projects going on.
And I had a ton of comm. arts homework I have to get done, and I was complaining about it to my mom, and she told me I didn't HAVE to do it tonight. She said that with my grades, I shouldn't worry about it.
UH, HELLO?
I think I'm the only kid in the world whose parents tell them NOT to do homework.
So now that my mom took her sweet old time, it's 8:30, I have a huge pile of homework untouched, and I need to take a shower. And I'm in the worst mood ever.
I don't know why, but I'm getting period jet lag. I've been all hormonal lately. If you hadn't guessed.
Like, I've been crying about that pumpkin latte thing, and it's a coffee.
That I'd been looking forward to for freaking three hours and wanted badly because I never have a chance to get those.
But I drank it. And hated it.
It tasted like ice. No one likes that.
I need to be sixteen already so I could drive to a different starbucks and get another one, without having to get one from that fight-the-man guy who works at Target who is actually working for one of the biggest corporations in America that injects their cows with hormones.
I'm going to bed now.
No I don't HAVE any pictures from today, and I'm sure as heck not going to show YOU.
This is why I needed the caffeine. D8888
He gave me a FROZEN DECAF CUP OF CRAP.
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