So, the passing score for my test was a 675, and I got a 775. Not a bad score, really.
Not even close to being the highlight of my day.
Amanda (3:32pm) :That's... not good...
Alex (3:42pm) :Hmmm?
Amanda (3:42pm) :My tummy feels really sick...
Alex (3:43pm) :Aww. After such a victory?!?
Amanda (3:44pm) :Yeah... I blame my dad. :c
Alex (3:44pm) :Huh? Why?
Amanda (3:46pm) :Because he called me earlier and asked me what my plans were after job corps, since I'm gonna be done in December. I told him I didn't know, because I don't have any place to live. And that reminded me that "Hey, I've got nowhere to go!" and now my belly hurts. But maybe that's not it, since belly hurt last night too.
Alex (3:47pm) :Aww. You... could... maybe... um... maybe... come... maybe... live... here... maybe...?
Amanda (3:51pm) :...I really like that idea, honestly... But it's... there's no room. Your guys' house is already stuffed to the rafters, and I highly doubt Louis wants to see me asleep on the couch each morning, no matter how cute my pajamas are.
Alex (3:52pm) razz ssh. He... he leaves in January...
Amanda (3:52pm) :He's leaving in January...? Why...?
Alex (3:53pm) :He wants to live by himself I guess.
I honestly have no idea whether or not he meant it. But it's such a nice idea... I wonder if it's what he really wants.
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