Fail.

I know that's what I'm going to do when my goal is to make this a brief post in both composition time and word count.

First order of business: a personal victory. I talked to the hot teacher today. And I don't mean that I made a joke about a refrigerator. I'm sayin' real-people, grown-up, normal talking. Side note: I do indeed remember that he is engaged; I am simply trying to stretch myself outside my comfort zone by talking to someone who is so intimidatingly attractive and so very...male. Good Lord (yes a real prayer), please don't let him ever read this blog.

Anyway, I spoke to him more than once (always in a group EXCEPT you have to read further to discover the exception!), made eye contact, and even controlled my giggling when I had to CALL HIM to tell him that our movie had started (I got it all out before dialing, grinned stupidly throughout the ten-second conversation, and giggled like crazy after I hung up) (and by the way, that was the exception). I feel like the next step is to ask my bff to ask his bff if he'll be at the skating rink this Friday. Traci, have you seen Dent around? I need you to do me a favor....

So. Next topic. Breathe, Laura. Focus. Hehehe. :-D

I really did just giggle.

I got my grades done yesterday by FOUR O'CLOCK! Almost. I mean, I think it was a little after four, but it was close. Traci helped check everything to make sure I wasn't about to fail a straight-A kid or anything (HUGE shout-out to her!!!), and SHABOOMIE FINITO we were done. I swear to you, like a real swear, that it was one of the best feelings I've had in a while, driving away from there, grades done, cars still in the lot, sun still in the sky. Holla atcha gurl. I mean, you know how I do. Mmm-hmm.

AND BY THE WAY MAY I JUST SAY THAT WE HAVE ONE AND THREE QUARTERS DAYS LEFT OF SCHOOL?! I really am that excited. I can't tell you how long I've waited for this. Actually, I can. One hundred and seventy-eight school days. That's how long. And holy mother of pearl, I am molto ready for it. Though, I surely don't know what I'll do when I don't have to deal with their petulance, insolence and incontinence every day. I may simply sit by myself and cry.

I wore the dress from Andrew's graduation to school today--don't worry, I had a camisole underneath and a shrug on top so I wouldn't get fired--and I got numerous compliments from others. They ranged from saying they LOVED LOVED LOVED my dress to another saying I looked absolutely beautiful to another saying she was jealous of my fresh, young and pretty look to a kid saying I looked really tall (which is definitely a compliment when you're built like me). I'm pretty excited about it. Especially since it's more comfortable than most other things I own.

It was also kind of fun to be wearing this dress because Brandi wore her similarly styled one to dinner (and Sarah looked fantastic in her green top and fun necklace, too!!). Of course we went to a local barbecue joint (I know, I've just been craving barbecue for DAYS) so our great looks were kind of wasted, but that's okay. Weekly dinner is always a happy time despite the loftiness or lowliness of dress. It's enough just to be with good friends.

So, did I succeed? At predicting the future, yes. At keeping this short...not so much. Mi dispiace, i miei amici e la mia famiglia, per tenevo i tuoi attenzioni per troppo tempo.