Abandonment? No not really.

Learning the basics of driving was fun. My father said I did pretty well. In fact I only hit the curb once. Though when he asked if I wanted to start a bit on the street I immediately declined, I'm not that ready yet. Though once we got near Lamping Elementary he asked if I wanted to drive us home, I said yes and we switched and I drove the rest of the way home. However I didn't pull into the garage since my mom's car was parked in there and I didn't want to hit it. Unfortunately Dad and I won't be able to continue our lesson this weekend, he's away on a business trip in Reno.

He doesn't seem to be interested in the achievements that I make. Or maybe it's just me. By 'he' I mean my father. Like when I told him that I get to be in Theater instead of Spanish or French he's like "Okay...". He gets so caught up in work. Spending more time with him would be great if he didn't have to head up to Reno every Monday and Tuesday.

Have I mentioned that cicadas are frightening? We were on a walk the other night and I saw one and didn't know what it was. I put my foot near it and it started buzzing at me and began to chase me. I ran away screaming and freaking out. Jesus.

There is a puppy sleeping on my arm.

Thus I can only type with one hand for now. As we speak my father is trying to put up these little artistic boxes to go up on my wall. We put up one of my AFI posters above my window that looks really nice, not many people have it so it looks really cool. My mother is watching me type this right now. Meh, I want to go see Ashes Divide on Friday, I really hope that works out some how. I'm in the process of writing Mr. Puget a nice letter, and sending a portrait of himself to him. I just hope he'll reply back.

I failed the first two lessons on my Tennis summer school course, so I dropped that and I'm going to be doing the one at the actual school instead. It'll be much more fun since I'll see Brittany and everyone.

I have a paper cut on my left index finger and it hurts like a bitch.