Parties, Hobos, and Chocolate

And so on. You know the drill. Party means fun, and fun means...well, fun. Everyone knows what that is. Sheesh. Get off my case.

Yes, so yesterday I got to see Alexandra, and was glad she was doing well. I hope she liked my gigantuous card. Only took me five stores to find it, so yea. You better like it, lol.

Yea, so finals are going okay. I did really horrible on Chem, with a curve. But I still have an A for my final grade, so I'm happy about that. AP Chem here I come, but only after I do that damn summer homework.

Speaking of which, History will kill me. The book is too long, small text, and I'm a slow reader. That's a recipe for a very boring summer, and you still haven't added in the four essays to make it all choclatey. Yup, so you can tell what I'll be doing all summer.

Everyone is going away: Emily and Matt! Sheesh. I'm going away on vacation for a week, but I'm missing like four parties! It makes me so sad, because I want to go them all, no lie, but I can't. There's no way I can get out of the family vacation. It's like trying to pull a hobo off of a ham sandwich. Physically impossible, no matter what universe you are in.

But, life has been like a box of chocolates: been totally surprised by what I'm getting. Oh well, it makes life fun and interesting. Who wants to live in a box (other than the previously mentioned hobo, but I doubt that's a "want") ?