Tonight, Greg and I are going to IHOP and to see
The Terminal. My dad recommended it, and they were joking about it on
Best Week Ever, so I have faith that it'll be good. The panelists were like, "Tom, you don't have to go for the Oscar
every time. And enough with the weird accents in all your movies." Greg wanted to see
King Arthur, but I fear that
The Terminal will stop playing at convenient times before I get to see it. We can see
King Arthur next week. It'll be around.
Yesterday, I went online to change my schedule. Testudo warned me to make sure that I had permission, so I went to that screen, and it said I had 12 credits total. I thought, "That can't be right." I knew I'd had three for the AP English Language exam, but I had no idea where the rest came from. So I checked my unofficial transcript, and I think I saw my AP scores from this year. They were ... well, I don't want to jinx it. I just hope I get the official letter soon; I'm too cheap to call and pay for them. I just hope they're the same ones that I saw. If anyone else going to Maryland has called for theirs, will you check your transcript and let me know if they're the same? Last year, I didn't get my letter until August, I think. They're supposed to be sent mid-July, but my stuff runs notoriously late. The wait is killing me.
I was so tired at work today, Mrs. Maus let me go early. She was tired of cleaning, too. I was overdressed for working in the upper, no-AC part of her house, walking up and down the stairs carrying boxes. I mean, that's what I usually do, but I guess it hasn't been this hot before. Or I was dressed more sensibly for summer. Something like that. Anyway, after we ran a few errands to the hardware store and their rental house (which looks light-years better now that they've cleaned it), she gave me a ride home.
I got a new phone today. My dad's was broken. For some reason, our family plan means that since he got a new phone, everyone had to get a new one. I was fine with my old one, but hey, new stuff. I got a Nokia 6800. It's built for text messaging, which is more suited to my habits than my old phone. My old Nokia 3595 was a game phone. Sure, the games were really cute, but the buttons annoyed me. It is so frustrating to push a button and get no response. I've been playing with my new one for a while, and I like it. The flip-out keyboard is the neatest part.
I started filling in my memory book last night. It was a present from my Uncle Hiram and Aunt Kellie for Christmas a few years ago. Kellie apologized after I opened it: "I'm sorry, I thought you were a senior." I was a sophomore. So, now that I'm neither, being a high school graduate (yay!), I decided to finally fill it in. It's still picture-less, though. I've never been a big picture person. All the prompts are great, though.
I live my life in words. Not pictures. I guess that's just how I am.
