Girrrl

I bummed a ride with Tony today and when we got into the classroom I realized I forgot my cup of joe in his truck. I was so tempted to drive his car but I refrained myself from GTA. As I was heading towards the AMOC building, I spotted Jeff. He doesn't say "hi" to me. He doesn't greet me. All he says is "keys?" HAHAHAHAHA! He would notice me carrying a set of keys. Gs.

I wish I had a car. What do you think of the Hyundai Elantra Touring?! I'm falling in love...But I'm going to wait till I get to Delaware, the taxless state.

Later, our class was talking about the PCs (progress check quizzes we take after every objective). Dan and Jeff are the only ones who passed all the quizzes (80% or above). Dan jokingly mentioned how he doesn't need to study because it's easy or what not. I yelled, "Shoot, giirrrrrrrrrrrl!" Everyone was impacted by this "giiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrl," some confused, some entertained, some shocked. I miss Chris Moon. He always says "giiiiirrrrrl." He's who I got it from.

When I first came to Texas, I was fascinated at how easily I picked up the accent. I enjoyed having this accent (partly because I was making fun). But now...I hate it. I'm losing my Californianess. I hope I don't get trapped in Texas.