It's Not To Say That I Don't Have Anything To Say. . .
. . . it's just that I can't put it on here. Too many people could potentially find out, so I don't want to write about it until I graduate. :p
It's sort of like that time I accidentally smacked my driver's ed teacher in the head. I was just going by where he sat, and I was going to pretend like I was going to smack him. You know, a fake hit that goes right above the place that it looks like you're going to hit (If you understood any of that, bravo). Well, everything was going according to plan when I aimed too low. I smacked him good. It also scared me good. When I tell people about it now, I laugh it off. I say I meant to or something silly like that. I didn't mean to. He threatened after school detention when I did it.
So I have lots of things happening to me, I just can't talk about them here. But I'll probably tell you about it in about 3 and a half months.
By the way, it's 8 weeks and 1 day until my 18th birthday. Very cool.
posted by Val at 2/08/2002 03:34:00 PM
