last night i went home

to have dinner with my family. i went straight to my parents' house from inglewood high, where some classmates and i were going to interview a teacher for a film that i am putting together. we arrive, and guess what, the teacher isn't there, even though last friday we agreed that we would meet tuesday.

this is why i hate group projects; i'm not calling certain people in my group unrealiable (well, maybe in an indirect, roundabout way i am), but she really should have confirmed the date with the teacher, since she's the one who knows him. not just one day, but two days have i gone to inglewood high to film the interview with this teacher. the second time is more excusable, since the date was actually agreed upon. however last friday i assumed that we had an appointment with the teacher, but apparently we didn't.

this is why i hate group projects. particularly large group projects.

after dinner julius and i played a crapload of double dash. good times.