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I was out with Dave and my friend Tori from art class yesterday, and I forgot about the freaking meeting at 8 for yearbook. I was so fucking pissed. Jenn went to the meeting, and was nice enough to tell me that they let people in all during the year, and gave me their website this morning and I sent in a little "staff application." I really want to be apart of yearbook; I couldn't in high school, because it didn't matter how much you wanted to be on or how great your application was, the woman that run yearbook would get the existing members of the staff and would hold up the application, say the person's name, and then they would vote on whether they wanted that person or not. So, if you weren't their friend (which basically meant preppy and a jock and rich) then you didn't get in. I'm glad they accept people all year... I want to do layout stuff. Yeah... Hopefully they have a position open in that.
But I am NOT going to miss the bowling club meeting next Thursday. Oh, hell no. Shame Jenn is going, too, though... I don't see her as a bowler. It's just great - all the clubs I'm interested in, Jenn is, too. I think those are the only two she's going after; the same as my two. At least, that's what her calendar shows. It'll be funny when she moves out (which is not likely - Kelly doesn't think she will, either) - no matter what she does, she won't be able to get away from me! Bwa ha ha.