smile for me. (:

so i was looking in the "evangeline file" in my father's cabinet for all of my awards (you know, to put in the dreadful college applications, blog) and amidst all the special documents and the old school pictures and get well cards i made for my daddy, i found a certificate that recognized my "outstanding achievement" in math and PUNCTUALITY. (:

dated june sixth, nineteen-ninety-five.

heh. (i don't think i should be surprised if steph received one also)

ahh the old days..when i was ALWAYS ALWAYS on time. *wistful* @_@

actually, i don't try to be late. -_- really, blog. something always comes up. "that's what they all say," they would reply. but something DOES. -_-

or maybe i just don't have any "time concept whatsoever" as my dear mother would always point out.

i'm going to pull myself together and be on time to everything. that is, starting on november nineteenth, two-thousand-and-three: when i turn sugary seventeen because i've been sweet too long. (heh GET IT, BLOG.. (: just kidding)

*sob* i really do not want to grow up, blog. "but seventeen is the prettiest year," sayeth my wise mother. and i suppose it is.

maybe i should stop growing older after seventeen. that way, i'd never reach the horrible age of twenty. *shudder*

well i mustn't dwell too much on that, blog. -_- i already have college apps to worry my shoes off. -_-

i am tempted to say that i'll never finish in time; but be a man, evange, you can do it. (heh: man and evange rhymes..kind of.)

it's past eleven so i'm already late for my bedding. so i have to start tomorrow on my on timeness. everyone would be super proud. *beam*