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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...
So much happenedddd. I don't even KNOW.
So I'll just review Friday:
Well, on Thursday I fell asleep at four (PM) and slept eleven hours straight, waking up at a whopping 3AM for Friday. Woo. And I had the freakiest dream involving a cat with a majorly scarred face driving a mini pickup truck over Randi's red tv tray that fell off while we were chilling in a wagon towed by my mother's car down a dirt road. I mean, wut the fack? Usually I try and pick apart my dreams, but that one was UNPICKABLE.
Euro = another hour watching Jews slaughtered and starved and gassed on real film. It's always kind of easy for people to distance themselves from that kind of horror when we don't have to SEE it. And then they show the footage of the Americans dropping the atomic bombs and I'm just like, "How can humans be so ugly?"
Algebra = peice o' cake. I get these exponential logarithmics easy peasy.
Spanish = what can I say? D+. Should probs start doing homework..
English = awesome poems. Galle probably misunderstands that I don't LOVE the 1800's, just like it, but she keeps introducing me to awesome stuff so I don't mind.
Bio = TORTURE. I get stuck in a group with Mateo, Matt, and Paul. We had to try and draw what we thought a transitional whale would look like and I was stuck as the drawer and Matt Harris sneaked a peak at the actual drawing and he kept screaming, "CARNIVOROUS SALAMANDER! IT'S A CARNIVOROUS SALAMANDER! DRAW IT LIKE A CARNIVOROUS SALAMANDER!" And I wanted to kill them. biggrin
Well, no. It was actually secretly fun. But we got absolutely no work done.
Still don't know what I'm going to do with Mr. Prez.
Max gouged a hole under my nail and it's bleeding like crazy and turning all white. Pus? biggrin
Washburn called my home phone and said someone liked me but he wanted to make sure I wasn't a lesbian. rofl Damn, he sure knows how to soft-coat things, doesn't he? I'm 97% sure he was lying just to feed his Gossip Machine.
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