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I'm at my mom's work again. I seem to only update this when I'm here, but hey, it gives me something to do.

I drove here :)

Basically illegal for me to do since I only have my permit. We live on the very edge of Kansas, practically like five minutes from Missouri, and she works in Missouri, and apparently I'm only supposed to stay in my town with the permit. Screw that, though, it's so close, and its five in the morning. I came across like four people on the ten minute drive.

I feel so... accomplished. And special. And I didn't stall once! I rule at stick shift.

Oh, and we're going to Vermont in.. eight days. Sweet, I didn't know it was that close. But that means exactly two weeks until school starts. I don't want it to. I like sleeping in and watching my Daria.

And you know that "high school is so fun, you meet a lot of cool people and its really fun to get involved" shpeal that high schoolers come and talk to you about in middle school? I don't buy it. I think high school is just the same as middle school on a bigger scale. There's more people, more stuff to do, bigger school. Etc.

Alrighty, I'm going to go find something to do, or someone to pester. Later.

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you know.. teresa isn't nearly as intimidating when she's not in the studio. she kinda scares me when i have to do something like.. work-y for her, but i just had a nice chat with her in the kitchen.

T: "hey."
K: "hey."
T: "how are you?"
K: "pretty good, how about you?"
T: "Pretty good. Did your mom drag you here this morning?"
K: "No, I wanted to come today."
T: "Oooh. So are you thinking about getting into radio?"
K: "Eh, I dunno. I'm thinking maybe psychology or archictecture, but maybe."
T: "Haha, so then you get to deal with the crazy radio people."
K: "Haha yeah."
*I go to the freezer, which is like really grody, but i needed ice for my coffee which like burned my mouth off when i first took a sip.*
K: "Do you think the ice is safe?"
T: "I dunno.. I don't really trust anything in that refrigerator, it's so gross, haha."
K: "Haha yeah.. this new thing of ice looks pretty okay, though."

that like, never happens.

i think i'm too paranoid about what people think about me. like, say if i became what is known to my mom as a "bad kid", i would be more devistated to know that all the people she works with would lose their trust in me. i come here a lot, and i've built pretty decent relationships with the people she works with. not so much the jocks as it is the promotions people and the behind-the-scenes people. god. i love everybody.

god, what is wrong with me today?