"Quickie"

There has been so much confusion in my little life lately, you have no idea. I don't really know how to write about it though. And I don't really want to tell everyone (just yet I guess). So, let's start a new topic!

I'm preparing my room for my mural. I can't wait to get started, but I don't know exactly what I want to put on my wall yet. I have a few ideas (like I've said before) and I'm keeping a list that I continue to add to every time I think of things that make me smile (that I'm able to draw/paint) and things that are "me".

Last Sunday, when I went shopping with Nana, I bought three new pairs of shoes, leggings, a sweater and a pair of jeans. I was very happy and excited as you may have guessed. On the way home from the outlets, my grandmother was talking about how my parents are so young, and how different times are now. Then she asked me if I ever think about my real father. (I thought this was ironic because I had just recently written about him in my blog.) And as I said in my other entry, I thought his name is Dan, but when I asked Nana, she told me that his name is Donald L. (I can't remember his last name.) And she told me that I have his eyes and hair. And when I was a baby everyone noticed how much I looked like him. I thought that was cool because I'm so used to looking just like my mom (which I do), I've never really thought about looking like my father. So that was a neat thing to find out, and it peaked my interest in meeting him. But I it's not a must, I guess.

I went to the MoMA with my photography class on Wednesday and had a great time! I took a lot of pictures and had the best "Butternut Squash Ravioli" I've ever tasted. Actually, it was the only Butternut Squash Ravioli I've ever tasted, but I liked it. I also bought a couple things, but I'm running out of time so I'll make a mental note to tell you about them next time.

Mid-terms started today and I took my French one. There was a slight problem that we found with ten minutes left of the test. Three pages were missing from the packet and we still to finish out 125 word essays. So Mrs. Tafone (who happens to be pregnant) had to run down to the copier lady and make new copies of the tests, and then run back up to give us the new tests so we could finish the three pages that we didn't receive at first. She told us to stop wherever we were with the essays and that she would grade us on whatever we wrote. So I guess in the end things worked out okay for us. But I feel like the teacher's pet because I was the one who pointed out that we seemed to be missing things. Oops!

It's already 12:55am, and I don't really want to get used to staying up late, when I just got used to going to bed early. So, I'm going to post this one here. Sorry it's so short. Well, maybe not if you don't like the longs entries I write.

Bye! =]