This week went by fast

Wednesday was interesting. After 3rd period (hoe!!) Geazul, Dez, Bongie and I leave during lunch. We go to Fremont, Ohlone College to drop off the competition papers. (Zaaan, I'm on a role. Senior year is the first time I'm cutting school...and I've been cutting a lot lately) Geazul walked around the campus looking where to drop off the papers while the other two stayed in the car. We're walking around and we see some guy who looked like he was turfing...I'm like wtfuck? They still do that shit in college? Egh. Found the place, gave the bitch the papers....and we're like uhhhh? No receipt whatsoever? Whateva.

Wal-mart! We're at the make up section for hella long. I look for mascara and I'm overwhelmed with which one to get. "I want volume, not length!" ...I was gna get the Colossal mascara...but then Geazul found this cooler one so I ended getting that hoping it would make my eyelashes extra thicker since they're already hella long.

I'm not very descriptive compared to Geazul's blogs...but it was fun.

Um, today? The usual. Afterschool went to Rusty's then had to go back to school 'cause he had practice. On the way we grabbed some popcorn chicken from Arby's. It was bomb. Better than KFC's.

Get to school and work out with the usual people, plus a new addition...Bongie!

Yvan wanted to go to Target to get food for tomorrow's field trip (hollerrr!). On the way there, my mom calls and tells me that Dominican is giving me scholarship money. So Target had its moments...like when fucking Stefano shoves some Transformer toy in my face!! Lmao...that shit was hella funny, even though it happened to me. He's like "Look Glecie, MEGATRON!" At first i thought he was just gna put it hella close to my face...but then he keeps going and hits my face, and my head hella goes back. Ahahaha. Good shit, good shit.

I'm exhausted as hell. I drop off Bongie and Stefano. Then Yvan wants to get a burrito for his mom...so I'm driving off Hillside onto San Jose/Mission....then I fucking drive over a pothole of some shit?! Or a drainage that didn't have a cap over it. Seeing it didn't look bad...until I drove over it, it fucking made a loud ass sound and the car sorta tipped. I thought it scratched the car...nah. Thank Goodness! Shit.

Get home, eat. I check out the letter Dominican sent. $17,900. That's a lot of money, and I'm thankful for it....but that doesn't even cover half of the total expenses. ZAAAAAN!

Anyways, goodnight. Berkeley tmrw, hollerrr! Shoppinggg, hollerrr!