So when did Sunday become the busiest day of the week? Wasn't orrigionally meant to be a day of rest? Well not this weekend anyways. Today I got up, went across the stree to my neighbor's house to take care of their pets while their in Florida. That took a good half an hour. Then I went home, and waited around for my dad to get ready, because I really had to get to the library. So we leave at about 1, and get their 1:15. I only had 15 minutes of research time, because we had to leave at 1:30 for the Sullivan's house cuz I had a lesson. So we drive all the way up to Golden, I have a lesson, then we drive back to the library, cuz I had to get this assignment done. We get there, most of the encyclopedias are gone since so many kids from our class were there doing the same assignment. Well, I finally finish, get home, an go to the neighbor's again. As I'm getting to their garage, someone pulls up in a white Ford into the Cope's driveway, I thought it was them, since they have a white ford. Then I look a little closer, and it's an old man, and I'm like "Hmm, he's just turing around." But he's looking at me all strange. Then I realize, Sullivan, in his white trash. I just kinda roll my eyes and Ryan runs up to the Cope's door. He get's out, and we're shouting at each other from like 30 feet. "Hi Ellie!" "...Hey Sullivan." "I didn't know you lived here." "Yup, CJ and Glen too." "Really...." "Ya, but this isn't my house, I live on the corner over there, I'm house sitting." "Oh, well, that's nice." "Mhmm...well, bye." "BYE!" So now the Old Bald Man knows where I live. And I found it a little funny that I had just gotten back from his house not more than 2 hours before. Heh.
Well, I spent the remainder of the day finishing that stupid AP thing, and then playing hippie. I wrote about leaves. WTF? Who gives a damn about leaves. Friggin transcendentalists that's who. Ah well. Whatever.
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