Today I was all mehhhhh. But I gave up on The Right Stuff, so it was a mindset, not actual tiredness. Then I went home and slept four hours...?
Colby was all, "LET'S GO ROAM THE HALLS MEGMEG" but then she stopped at the senior Physics class and talked to some Carter kid for the entirety of passing time...>_> He was all, "Tell me your name" so I guess we're going to be facebook friends now. I would check, but I'm avoiding Jake because I promised to work on the Pokémon book before realizing I need to read for Claudette. ninja
LOVE my Rocky Horror shirt. The only people who got it were Washburn, Krill Pimp Daddy, and Scoon Dog, but that's okay. Old people are the only ones who like my hair, so it's expected that they'll also like my movie tastes.
The absolute BEST thing about today was when I pulled out of the Annex to go home and I pass a 1993 light blue Camry. I had seen it in the parking lot. Jenny and I had even accidentally loaded all of our soccer crap into it one day after practice before realizing that I didn't have a vacuum in mine. But I had never seen them driving it before.
They kind of peered at me...I think it was a guy. And then he waved. It was hilarious. rofl
I'm going to miss my Post WWII class. I have a window seat, and every day I stare out the huge window at the tree. I watched it through bright days, rain storms, the colors of autumn, the deadening of winter. It's all bare now. I'm going to miss it..
Robyn transferred into our Chem class. LOVE that kid. He showed us this in Pre-Calc: http://moronail.net/img/1636_im_a_woman_and_i_have_rights
Today I finally understood why Michael Phelps looks so similar.
IT'S RY-RY ABS GREENE, MAN, RY-RY ABS GREENE.
I think that's it for the back-to-school epiphanies.
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