My Mexico group had a get together yesterday. We were playing Spoons and I wrote a note and taped it to one of the cards and made sure that it was passed on to the person I wanted to ask to prom. She was defiantly confused when she got the note taped to the card, but she gave me a conditional yes. Conditional because she has a tennis tournament in Yakima and she doesn’t know when she’s going to get back, so she’s going to check on that and get back to me.
On another note, I’ve been thinking more and more about colllege. Especially since I only have 2.5 days of school left before I start my internship at the UW. Anyways, it has been more this, “Oh Fu**! I’m going to college in Colorado.” It’s not bad feeling; more of an anxious feeling, a feeling that causes one to forget to breathe. I’ve been practically living in the same place for the last 18 years and now it all has to change.0