Ivy (
ivybgreenflower) wrote2004-03-27 08:45 pm
Photograph Smile
I'm still in love with that photograph smile...
Andshe's smiling and waving goodbye, who'd've thought I would ever ask why...
Part one of Humanities field trip: The Bus Ride.
Duffy asked if we were there yet as we pulled out of the school.
Duffy scaled the building.
Bianca exposed me to random music and it was surprisingly not painful.
I can't remember the rest.
Part Two: Eating
We walked across the same crosswalk like three times and were DEAD before we stopped at "The Swamp Cafe". Need I remind you that this is Gainesville, GATOR COUNTRY? Erg.
I got a salad. It was Jess, Bianca, Me, Cecilia, and that girl... um... Yalani? Yulijhfjwehfjwdghci? Whateverrrr but it was nice. We bitched about Powell a lot, too.
Part Three: The Florida Natural History Museum.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee reptiles and fish and frogs and turtles and that plant I broke and nature and water and caves and WHEEE!
OJALAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111
Part 4: Hell, AKA the Harn art museum...
Wow, it was terrible. First, they took away our backpacks. Then they took away our identities... and then they- ok, so it was just our backpacks, but still.
The tour guide acted like she was talking to a group of undereducated preschoolers. Little did she realize she was talking to a bunch of AP and Art History students. Ugh.
She made it horrible and I kept thinking about how I wanted to go home and how my feet were aching.
But then we went to the giant fountain and played with water, and it was great. God and Duffy got wet! And so did Becky and Laura and everyone we idolize...
But yeah, it was a ton o' fun.
Part Five: Bus ride home/ stop at the random tumbleweed gas station with two pumps...
Not much happened. Bianca conked out and missed the food stop and we starved. Awwww.
But yeah, we bonded over Monkees. I kept forgetting to add them to my ever-growing interests list, but the other night I did.
Ivyette @ 8:41 PM
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Part one of Humanities field trip: The Bus Ride.
Duffy asked if we were there yet as we pulled out of the school.
Duffy scaled the building.
Bianca exposed me to random music and it was surprisingly not painful.
I can't remember the rest.
Part Two: Eating
We walked across the same crosswalk like three times and were DEAD before we stopped at "The Swamp Cafe". Need I remind you that this is Gainesville, GATOR COUNTRY? Erg.
I got a salad. It was Jess, Bianca, Me, Cecilia, and that girl... um... Yalani? Yulijhfjwehfjwdghci? Whateverrrr but it was nice. We bitched about Powell a lot, too.
Part Three: The Florida Natural History Museum.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee reptiles and fish and frogs and turtles and that plant I broke and nature and water and caves and WHEEE!
OJALAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111
Part 4: Hell, AKA the Harn art museum...
Wow, it was terrible. First, they took away our backpacks. Then they took away our identities... and then they- ok, so it was just our backpacks, but still.
The tour guide acted like she was talking to a group of undereducated preschoolers. Little did she realize she was talking to a bunch of AP and Art History students. Ugh.
She made it horrible and I kept thinking about how I wanted to go home and how my feet were aching.
But then we went to the giant fountain and played with water, and it was great. God and Duffy got wet! And so did Becky and Laura and everyone we idolize...
But yeah, it was a ton o' fun.
Part Five: Bus ride home/ stop at the random tumbleweed gas station with two pumps...
Not much happened. Bianca conked out and missed the food stop and we starved. Awwww.
But yeah, we bonded over Monkees. I kept forgetting to add them to my ever-growing interests list, but the other night I did.
Ivyette @ 8:41 PM

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Ivyette