hey, i was born a llama boy and i'll die a llama boy!
are we the last living souls?
oh... i don't know.
this weekend i went to kenolie village campground in vermont with my unkle dave and cory. good times. llama and pie. llama and pie. played a buncha uno and war. it was raining way more than was nice. bought Murder on the Orient Express, The Mexican, and le Divorce. finished reading the queen of attolia for about the sixth time (this year) there, then read Thumbsucker which cory bought and was awesome. and after i finished that, i read Murder on the Orient Express. started le Divorce. um... was locked out of my house due to sucky my parents didn't give me a key, went to the corque's, then mama picked me up. so much badness in the shower. it's not even funny. i should probably die... whatever. finished nhs application and math homework. talked to abbywendybob on the fone a bit. yes.
today, school wasn't half bad i spose. media, was producer, mr. b (not the drama guy) from the special education department died over the weekend, so we had a whole tribute and stuff... mr. bill's kinda being a dick. blah. passed in my nhs appy. related. math wasn't too bad. spanish was review for test tomorrow. chemistry we went to the skittles lab and worked on our research questions. mine is "do all grapes spark in the microwave?" the part where dediego must think i'm a complete pyro means nothing to me. lunch... chrisse and i talked to mr. brooks for a bit. sat w/ joey and syms. good times good times. english rehearsed for reader's theatre. or something. history we... it was history. i got an A on my fish smelling notebook with the e.t. drawing. drama. adam woods and i went pretty much all around the school so i could get my math book and he could call his mum. back to mclinden's for the meeting. aubuchon still hasn't popped! she was due like... yesterday. meh. audition workshop in auditorium. tried to get the lights to work but they were flickering and stuff... blah... everyone was all stupid just cause i was trying to help. bitches. anyway. gave a little speech about why i wanna be drama club vice president. the thing that just about everyone's running for. whores. but... i think i'm going to vote for andrew (tara's ex-fiancee) for pres. cause i hate amanda. random games and stuff. i'm so not an actor. hung with b-rad, karissa, angie, and corey. it was fun. got the freshie's myspaces, sn's, and lj's. bus with danielle. i wish i could be so openly bitchy. w/e. called alli. cause i'm hott like that. lovelovelove alli. finally started putting away some books and such. since when do i have so many books?! where'd they all come from? i'm freaking out. damn. but yeah. not sure where 6 and 7 of a series of unfortunate events are, so called junior. and... it's ten, and she hasn't called back yet. wahore. w/e. brad + karissa = needs to happen. i reallyreallyreally love gorillaz. i'm almost upset at myself about this. gar.
Alli: we need to talk more. because talking to you makes me die. in a good way. and you + me = babies need to go to a decemberists concert.
Dave: a.) go on lj. b.) im me. c.) 19786329781 call me bizatch.
Drew: we need to be cool and talk about how it only counts when it's you. f'serious, yo.
The Bobs: yes. the insert name for that one thing me and a-bob talked about but must keep it a little bit secret because of people that could find out if this were overly obvious and c-bob we'll talk about this at a more private place conspiracy is a SO YES! we need to make it happen. "like woah."
Junior: i want my freaking pin/you to be on/you to call me/a junior hug.
i just cracked my knuckles. how cool am i?
oh. and i got my paycheck for those four football games. hundred8e dowlaz. yes.
oh... i don't know.
this weekend i went to kenolie village campground in vermont with my unkle dave and cory. good times. llama and pie. llama and pie. played a buncha uno and war. it was raining way more than was nice. bought Murder on the Orient Express, The Mexican, and le Divorce. finished reading the queen of attolia for about the sixth time (this year) there, then read Thumbsucker which cory bought and was awesome. and after i finished that, i read Murder on the Orient Express. started le Divorce. um... was locked out of my house due to sucky my parents didn't give me a key, went to the corque's, then mama picked me up. so much badness in the shower. it's not even funny. i should probably die... whatever. finished nhs application and math homework. talked to abbywendybob on the fone a bit. yes.
today, school wasn't half bad i spose. media, was producer, mr. b (not the drama guy) from the special education department died over the weekend, so we had a whole tribute and stuff... mr. bill's kinda being a dick. blah. passed in my nhs appy. related. math wasn't too bad. spanish was review for test tomorrow. chemistry we went to the skittles lab and worked on our research questions. mine is "do all grapes spark in the microwave?" the part where dediego must think i'm a complete pyro means nothing to me. lunch... chrisse and i talked to mr. brooks for a bit. sat w/ joey and syms. good times good times. english rehearsed for reader's theatre. or something. history we... it was history. i got an A on my fish smelling notebook with the e.t. drawing. drama. adam woods and i went pretty much all around the school so i could get my math book and he could call his mum. back to mclinden's for the meeting. aubuchon still hasn't popped! she was due like... yesterday. meh. audition workshop in auditorium. tried to get the lights to work but they were flickering and stuff... blah... everyone was all stupid just cause i was trying to help. bitches. anyway. gave a little speech about why i wanna be drama club vice president. the thing that just about everyone's running for. whores. but... i think i'm going to vote for andrew (tara's ex-fiancee) for pres. cause i hate amanda. random games and stuff. i'm so not an actor. hung with b-rad, karissa, angie, and corey. it was fun. got the freshie's myspaces, sn's, and lj's. bus with danielle. i wish i could be so openly bitchy. w/e. called alli. cause i'm hott like that. lovelovelove alli. finally started putting away some books and such. since when do i have so many books?! where'd they all come from? i'm freaking out. damn. but yeah. not sure where 6 and 7 of a series of unfortunate events are, so called junior. and... it's ten, and she hasn't called back yet. wahore. w/e. brad + karissa = needs to happen. i reallyreallyreally love gorillaz. i'm almost upset at myself about this. gar.
Alli: we need to talk more. because talking to you makes me die. in a good way. and you + me = babies need to go to a decemberists concert.
Dave: a.) go on lj. b.) im me. c.) 19786329781 call me bizatch.
Drew: we need to be cool and talk about how it only counts when it's you. f'serious, yo.
The Bobs: yes. the insert name for that one thing me and a-bob talked about but must keep it a little bit secret because of people that could find out if this were overly obvious and c-bob we'll talk about this at a more private place conspiracy is a SO YES! we need to make it happen. "like woah."
Junior: i want my freaking pin/you to be on/you to call me/a junior hug.
i just cracked my knuckles. how cool am i?
oh. and i got my paycheck for those four football games. hundred8e dowlaz. yes.