11.28.2005
My letter to Emily
emily, emily, emily!!
Dood! Where have you been? How was thanksgiving? Holidays are tiring. But it was really alright. It was a little strange not having the Fowlers here. They went to see Jared in NYC. The bums. We usually rely on them for entertainment. It was suprisingly quieter this year because of that. There was a man that dad works with that came who is from Venezuela. He was really nice and interesting. I liked just listening to him and dad and asher talk. Krist even spoke to him in spanish for a while. He wanted to talk to me in spanish too but I told him that my five years of class has done little for my skills. He said "Practice, practice."
Gah! How annoying. Shopping online is nice, but when you really shop in a store, things don't just dissappear out of your cart. Well, mostly.
I just had lots and lots of lots of sugary things. Dad brought me home a big chocolate donut with lots of goopyness in the middle so I have to put my candy cane down for it. Now I think I'm wired.
Oh boy, now I'm tired. I can't decide.
Oh yeah, I'm getting closer to visiting you sometime. My drivers test is sometime mid-December. Of course, I won't be going far right after that, but I'm taking the next steps anyway. I think you should just have to come this way for something. Like christmas.
Halloween was relatively lame this year. For one thing, you and asher and erika weren't here. Then three other of my friends had all chosen characters to make costumes from and it ended up I did all the work, paid for it all, only finished two last minute, and the other two people decided that they didn't care to have the costumes, said they wouldn't wear them anyway, and didn't come for the "party." So me and sam worked on last minute details for the party and wore them to school the following monday. We were awesome alone.
I'm having weird friend problems. They're just being fickle because they're both super popular and me and sam are bucket scrapers and they're both the glamours of their classes. Oh, and one is 14. Fickle fourteen. We had all decided on learning this dance routine and practiced really hard for it, but then they didn't care a week later.
Woah, I'm complaining again. Gush gush.
They're okay as long as you don't rely on them for anything.
So have you seen the Luca-nator? I took a super classic picture of her for photo. Gosh, that class is harder than I thought it would be. I usually work by taking gillions of shots of one subject in several different ways, but he wants a whole roll with one theme, and not one subject. Like, one whole roll must be perspective, or rule of thirds. That's hard sorta. Especially with it coming winter now. It's too dark for photos when I get home and indoor photos are a joke. So I have to make sure I get all my assignments done for the week on saturday. That is the absolutly only time where I have daylight to work with. So far my puppy is my most used subject but she's constantly moving so it's hard. I have a super nice camera though. Never blurry. Always great contrast. Hurray!
Gosh, 9.53. I have to go to bed so I can read read read. I'm going to send you loads of pictures soon, 'kay? Be prepared!!
Remember what you said at the wishing pond?
-Lisa lisa lisa
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