Never Ever Satisfied.

But damn man, lifes been good. This is how my weekend went down:

Friday was my AP test which I horribly bombed. The whole time I was blanked out and just guessing. I swear I did eeny meeny miney mo at least 10 times -_- But its okay, next year with 4 AP classes, I swear I'll be prepared. I really will have no life next year, balancing school and all. Bianca and Cynthia Ding waited for me (an hour and a half) and we decided to go swimming at my house after playing 'basketball'. Cynthia's mom took us to my house and we got ready. After an hour at the pool the guys finally came. We just chilled and swam, pretty good. After that we went back to my house, ate hot dogs, talked, water colored haha, then took Bianca home. It was nice. This whole day made me realize how affected I am by the little things people do. I'm so damn analytical about everything and, hah. I take everything up the butt whether I show it or not.

Saturday got up early to take a diagnostic test, then to take my passport picture. After that, my mom took Ande, Trish, and me to Pho. She dropped us off at the Americana. Unfortunately my materialistic needs got the best of me again. Got a dress, shirt, and shoes from Urban. Got a free Pinkberry and talked to the black guy that worked there. Trish's dad got us (so cute!) and we went swimming at her place. It was a whopping 12 ft. and all three of us caught up. It was really nice just letting go and being ourselves. I love them two. Summer swimming kickback fashooo, already planned :) Got home around 5ish and then went out for pre momma's day dinner. Bought Slumdog Millionaire and a bathing suit and went home.

Today Francis is coming over and we're gonna work on our Chemistry project that's due tomorrow for extra credit. I'm waiting for him to call so I can go pick him up. Other than that, not much for today. Might go swimming again, hope I don't get dark though. FML.

1. I hate how you make me sound like I'm needy. I hate how you say don't trip. I hate how you think I'm always mad at you. I hate you, sort of. But I swear I'm over it, I'm perfectly fine without this constant nagging at the corner of my mind. Always better off.