Foreign Day #11

Monday. Woke up a bit late…

FR came to my history class, where he joined in to the class activity after I invited him. He ditched me for math and english, though, because the foreigns were planning an invasion of some poor class. Later, he asked me if I minded that he left, and I was all “Noooo.” And I don’t, really. Although I am sad because I love FR 😦

Study buddies – he kind of just sat there bored, but we played 2 touch outside afterwards. My study buddy refused to like him because he was a boy. So funny.

Go-carting! We got there, and I talked to the other foreigns for a bit. We sat on the couch and just chilled.

Go carted. I did….better than FR, which is all that mattered 🙂 we slammed each other on accident, and now we have identical bruises on our legs.

Second run, FR and I challenged each other. He turned around in his seat and gave me a huge grin and a thumbs up; I gave him an ‘I’m watching you’ hand gesture. And we raced.

And I absolutely sucked. Whatever. He beat me.

It was ok, though. Still fun, and we spent the car ride home joking about the crash, and strategy, and teasing that I would transfer my go-carting ineptitude and speeding to real life-driving.

Published by unknownandanonymous

A journal written for me, by me. Bonus points for me if other people like reading it.

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