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.


     Anyways, enough of that stuff. My day yesterday was alright but then it turned out to be fun. I'm just gonna skip the beginning because most of it was in the paragraph above.
     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:
Chimpanzees
Aww cute much? Lol. That's what I've been picturing the WHOLE time, but they kept telling me I was wrong, maybe I just described it incorrectly. LOL. But yea. Trevor's hecka funny. He says the solution to everything is to "Punch them in the face!" Haha. I'm totally stealing that now. I took pictures from BJ's but the printer doesn't work so I can't upload it. Poo. Having no camera sucks. Does it really take this long for them to send me a new one? Like seriously? I feel Incomplete without my camera! Sad. Yup. Today, I'm planning to stay home. Maybe I'll hang out with the guys or something. Iono.
     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.
     -Banhzaii

 


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