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Yesterday ended up being fun, even if it didn't really start out that way. After school was First Friday, so we went to that, and ate pizza, and hung out at the SLA booth. Chris mocked them; I attempted to make him stop eating their forms. The plan was to go to Mission Valley and watch a movie. This didn't work out, as the only thing even remotely worth seeing way SWAT, which isn't really all that worth seeing. So we went to Blue Ridge in hopes of a cheap movie, but the only thing there that would have been even remotely a possiblility, in my mind at least, had already started. The four of us who had ridden in Elena's car argued about what we were going to do, as Diana and Sam weren't there yet. It was very much not fun. I feel kind of sorry for Caroline, since she arrived only to find that we were going to go somewhere else, to which she wouldn't have a ride. And to somewhere else we went--back to Mission Valley. There's a spiffy little coffee shop in there where we parked for a while. They have yummy crumb cake and peanut butter cookies, and swively stools, so I think it was worth it, especially because I didn't get a nasty coffee thing. We migrated to the Record Exchange, where I parked on the couch, then to Baja Burrito. I like that place a lot. We talked, and Kayla told embarassing stories about Elena, and the day was salvaged. I certainly succeeded at de-stressing, at least a little bit. The ride home was fun, too. I don't remember how we got onto the topic of bootlegging, but I said that my great-grandfather was a bootlegger (which he was), then Dad said that he had been a bootlegger at one point, and of course, we had to hear the story. So I now know that my father is a retired bootlegger.

Today, on the other hand, is Not Good. I have two essays to write; I can't write them tomorrow, as Mom is graduating from massage school, and we're taking her out for dinner. And Erica's mom's 50th birthday party is tonight, at 6:30, so I have four hours to get stuff done. My math is fine, by the way; I'm not counting the half-hour it will take to get there.

So yeah. Am stressing, am wishing that I had an extra day in which to work. Stupid school.