guilty conscience

current song: ff7 - tifa's theme

I feel bad. I've been putting things off. Like book club. I wanted to go, really wanted to go, but I didn't read. So I was going to go anyway but my parents wanted to go on an errand. This was maybe two hours before the start of book club. So we head to park meadows to visit the Verizon store. Mum's been wanting to switch even before she lost her phone. So we go and we look at the phones we want and Mom asks if we can buy the phones quickly, as we're in a hurry. She says sure. Stupid. Like, an hour later we finally get our phones. It's now around 5:45. I'm already 15 minutes late, and I'm at park meadows. Dad's suggested going out to dinner. I'm quite hungry. So, I decide, I'd rather eat out than come to book club 45 minutes late when I haven't even read the dang book.

Bah. I've been feeling bad about it though. I should apologize to Danika; I told her I'd be there.

There's also the habitat for humanity thing I missed out on. I feel bad about that too. Tennis lessons are a lame excuse. Truth is, I hadn't wanted to that much and I certainly didn't want to enough to force my mum to drive me, yet again, right after she had driven me from tennis, only to drop me off where I wasn't sure I'd find anybody. Besides, I hate fixing things. I'm definitely not a handywoman. Every time we go into the home depot my mom and dad are entertained, whilst I am bored to tears. I try to find soaps or something to occupy myself with. Bah. So, yeah, but Eric's like, "You hate poor people!" and although he was just being his annoying self I did feel bad about it.

Course I'm also putting off a bunch of other stuff too; I'm supposed to write a thank you letter to the sponsor of my scholarship. Oh, man. It sounds like such a pain in the butt. You can't just say "Thank you very much for the lovely monies"; you have to talk about YOURSELF and your future PLANS. Gag me. I bet they don't even care. Well, maybe they do. It is an awful lot of money. Apparently I got the maximum; the award ranges from $1000 - $3000 per year. And I finally figured out why I got a scholarship; apparently it's part of the school of engineering. If you're accepted into the school and an entering freshman, you're eligible for a scholarship. They take your class rank and GPA and SAT scores and such, and if you're good enough you just get money automatically. Well, if you write a thank you note you get the money.

Also, I need to talk to someone to make sure my choice of classes is ok. I think it should fulfill the scholarship's requirements; that's all I really care about. I may take classes in the summer if I feel I'm not getting my degree fast enough.

Bah. I miss my friends. I need to hang out with them or something. Oh, well. At least I have Nikki.

I wonder if I'll be invited to tea again?

On the plus side, my new phone's really cool. I have some nifty ringtones now: one, two, three. Hooray. Number three is my main one, because it starts right away; the other two have a second or so of silence at the beginning. I am quite enamored of all three. And they only cost a quarter apiece!