I'm pretty disappointed in you guys. I go out of my way to take you guys out. I try and make this your best summer yet. I drive you guys everywhere, even when it was still illegal. But honestly, I never get anything back in return. You guys never ask me if I need help or be considerate of how I feel. You just expect it. Like the other day, when I visited you guys at school, I had to go somewhere but you wanted to pick up Kikay. Random? You didn't even ask you just assumed that I'd do it. Then I had to go to my dad's shop and you guys just tagged along. At first I was alright with it, no harm, but when we got there and I had to sort out paperwork, the two of you guys just sat on the computer and basically i g n o r e d me. That kinda got me mad, especially since I was having trouble pulling out the files from the file cabinets and when I had to pick up all the paper on the ground. I'm disappointed in you guys. I go out of my way to pick you up, drive you home, take you places and I never receive anything back in return. I'm not talking about gifts, but maybe a little more gratitude would be nice. I hate it when you guys tell people about my driving. I'm not a bad driver, I just drive really fast. If you guys have a problem with that, then don't get in my car. I hate it when other people go up to me and say, "So I heard that your a bad (dangerous) driver." I ask who told them that and they say you. It's not funny, it's actually hurtful. I know my car, therefore I know my limits, if I was going to put lives in danger, I wouldn't drive you guys around or I wouldn't drive. Period. I just hate it when you guys talk about stuff like that though. I don't care if your joking, you never considered what I thought. All in all, I like driving you guys around but if I'm only going to be a taxi driver for you guys, then I'm going to start charging gas money and I don't want to do that. If you guys arn't going to be more considerate then I'll stop driving you guys. People actually notice that I take you guys around too much and they are concerned.
After karate, Kim, Allan Dale, Brandon, Trevor, Shelby, Jose, Patrick, and I all went to BJ's in celebration of Kim's last day in California!! She's going to NY! I'm jealous but scared for her at the same time. I hope she'll be okay. If anything happens, I'll be there, first plane out. Just call me Kim. OMG I'm gonna miss her! At least I'll still be able to call. I can't believe that TWO of my best friends are going off to vacation! Well technically Kim if going for school... BUT STILL.
Anyways, at BJ's it took them a long time to seat us and serve us too. The food was good. I got grilled chicken pasta. Super filling. So Patrick ordered these beer tasters thingy and he got a Blonde, Ale, Red Head, and a Brunette and he liked the Blonde the best. Then we had the most interesting convo with him. We were talking about Chimpanzees and for the longest time I didn't know how they looked like, but I just Google them and this is how a chimpanzee looks like:
Omg! I had a dream that I told them and then one of them told their mom and their mom hates me now. And then I had another dream that I told them again but everything turned out OK. Iono, I just had to say that.