For lunch. CA we finally got uniforms and might I say that I love them. Even though we look like dishboys. Haha. I feel cleaner already. The older kids were there in their very professional uniforms and I worked in breadland with some of them. Me and two girls in my class. Jess and Natalie. We made two loaves of white wheat bread, a pizza dough, and a batch of chocolate chip cookies. Those were attractive cookies. I got the butter! Screwed it up once, but hey. Win some, lose some. Tried hard though, to participate. Be helpful. Did some measuring. I rolled a lot of rolls. My arm actually hurts. Ha. I'm so weak. We didn't get to eat anything though. Damn. I did my homework the whole way back from voc, in the bathroom afterwards, and literally while walking into the room. Ten friggin pages. I corrected them all, too. I HAVE to read my skit tomarrow. ********. Another zero and I will never pass the class. If I do it my grade could raise about 13 points. That's ridiculous. But who am I to argue. And yeah. I did a lot of coloring all day. Two pictures on my wall. Hammie, and my name "Kristina's wall". Yes.
And so the day was long again. I came home, Steve came over afterwards. Of course, Hammie finally come out to play. First time since we found him last night. Wouldn't come out all day. And he's running around. We all play. And so yes. I gave him some dog food. I start getting worried after about 30 minutes. I go looking for him, I look to be sure behind the dryer. *sigh* The pipe is still in the wall, but there's a huge *** tear in it. It appears to go straight through...I felt like curling up and dying. I ask my mom if it was already there. She FLIPS. We run outside looking for him, Me, Steve, Jon. I glance under the porch and who do I find? Hammie, mashed inside the squirrel trap my dad set, for him. With dog food. He just glared at me from the trap. I truly, honestly, laughed. It was just so funny. He was right there this time. Lucky. Very lucky. Brought him in, locked in his acge. I won't let him out now. He's too sneaky. I can't do it without such paranoia. The room is blocked off, we're gonna get a stronger pipe. Damnit Hammie.
Story of how he was found? He was wandering the streets, a couple was driving home and he followed under their car, all the way home. They didn't want to pick him up or anything, but he kept scratching at the front door, and when that didn't work he went around to the back. Clever little guy. They finally grabbed him and brought him to the police. I'm so glad. My dad wrote back to the lady saying thank you. I wish I could have. I was going to call her today, if he hadn't messaged her back yet.
Hammie is, overall, recovering with a lot of food, blankets, and socks, and yes, he is in trouble. Not as much as he deserves though, after that second escape attempt. I missed him so much though, I'm having trouble being even upset with him =D.
And so yes, we finished watching Orphan. It was a ****** up movie. Wierrrd. Really cool. Kept you in the suspense. It was good, glad I watched it. Ate spaghetti. Chocolate from Shei's baby shower. Yeup. Steve got his phone back. ...I snuck it away from him and deleted the picture of Jordan and Kasey. I took that picture, five years ago. And NIETHER Jordan nor Kasey wanted to see it again at this point. I felt bad for showing the picture to Steve, just because I think it's adorable and what not. He sends it to Josh and stuff and damn. I feel bad. Jordan asked me if I could find his phone and delete it. So I said yes. Steve loses his phone that afternoon. Of course. Just got it back today, and I feel like such a ninja for deleting that picture. I'm taking it out of the album. I'ma hide it! I rock. I hope Josh and Alex don't have copies. Major fail if they do.
I have to stay after school for ******* spanish tutoring. Waste of a Friday.
Lastly, today I walked into voc and apparently their doors are either faster closing or wider. I walked forhead first into it. CRUNCH. It was all red. Bruised. On the way out, I VIOLENTLY slammed my finger in the locker. I jumped around and the other kids looked at me wierd. It was great.
My dad's at the Mall of America today and there's a Barbie store. He wanted to get me a Kelly doll because I went on a chase for one. Turns out nobody carrie sthem anymore. They used to have an ASSORMENT or Kelly dolls at Toys R Us. Dumb. They didn't even have stuffed animals. Hopefully the BARBIE store will have more than BARBIE THREE MUSKETEERS!@##)$@<3<3<3 and Bratz. Hoochie ******. Ah well. My dad couldn't comprehend what a Kelly doll was over the phone. It was funny.