I've found that lately I've been forced to ask for rides everytime I want to go somewhere. I feel so bad, asking people to cart me around. I can't understand why my parents hate driving me places.
I'm going to a graduation party today at my friend Jeff's house. I'm a bit nervous. I don't go to parties often. I won't know anyone at the party really, except for Jeff, and a few others. Not to mention I'm going to have to play DDR. Anyone who has played DDR knows why I am nervous. I've never played before, and I can't say that I'm the best dancer. I'll most likely embarrass myself. But, I guess it could be fun.
As for witty remarks, I can't think of anything...again. I also need a nickname...a new nickname. But it isn't exactly fitting to come up with one myself. I'll get back to you on that. Until then, here is a quote from the Princess Bride: "Life is pain, anyone who tells you otherwise is selling something." -Westly
Chow for now, cow,
Me(until I come up with something better)
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