More and More Rain

Coming home from school today down Poplar was pure and utter hell. It was pouring so fiercely that I could barely see out of the window, even with the wipers going full speed. I some how made it home safely though. Only an hour later I was off again to Rachel Edleman's house for a good old fashion indoor Facing History cookout. It was supposedly a goodbye get-together for senior, although only one showed (Miss Olivia Hine). Mostly freshman were there, a few juniors, and I was the only sophomore for over an hour, until Alison Newman graced us with her presence. Karolina and I chatted about the announcements which was good to have out of the way. Rachel's father cooked us burgers on the grill, and after the rain stopped we went outside on the deck. I forgot to mention that Rachel lives directly next door to my sister Lynny. I explained the always fun story of how Laylee is my niece, and then we moved on to more interesting topics (i.e. Greg Burhnam and Jackie Douglas: Rachel claims Jackie does like him, while Karolina, Jackie's best friend isn't as sure.) Although I was having fun, I decided to leave a good 15 minutes early to make sure I was home long enough to give myself time not to do my homework. Today was positively the worst school day ever. It was long, boring, hard, and worst of all, I was unprepared for almost every class. I did get some quality locker cleaning in during Biology though. It's right next to Ms. Tate's door, so she was cool with it all. Last night I took Jason home again and didn't really get lost. I was very proud of myself. I saw Molly's prom pictures today. She looked SO beautiful! Kevin Rodgers and Lindsey Caldwell looked short and sweaty, and Emily Spangler looked perfect as usually next to an ecstatic looking Joseph Williams. Davis and Lindy looked warm (and probably drunk) but happy. Hopefully next year I will be there with a handsome date dancing the night away with all my peers. I refuse to go alone though. I would feel like such a loser. I would go with a group of friends though. Speaking of friends, Blake is still convinced Ms. Reagan hates him. I am beginning to think he is right. She might hate me too! I still haven't told her that I have chosen to be a Thespian officer though. Dreading it, but waiting until the inductions this Saturday at the party, probably won't make her any more happy. Oh well. Tata for now -S