BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAHBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEBLGH!
Okay, sorry about the subject, but it's the only way to describe how I feel. UGHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGLH. I want to cry, I want to sleep, I want to yell- lady freedom, let's make out. BLEH.
And it's not even like I'm in a totally bad mood. I love being a techie. I HATE being a techie. Meh, so many cliches in this post, but still, it's how I feel. UGH. And we started doing graphs of cubes in math and it's reeeeeeeeeeally hard. UGH. Meh, meh, meh, the play is tomorrow. Meh. Nick Spangler is the shiz.
All the techies got flashlights. They're hot, I'm going to wear mine forever and ever. I must buy more purple clothes to coordinate with my flashlight.
BLEGH.
QUOTE OF THE DAY:
Me (to Brittany): "You're just jealous that you're too good of an actor to get a flashlight."
And it's not even like I'm in a totally bad mood. I love being a techie. I HATE being a techie. Meh, so many cliches in this post, but still, it's how I feel. UGH. And we started doing graphs of cubes in math and it's reeeeeeeeeeally hard. UGH. Meh, meh, meh, the play is tomorrow. Meh. Nick Spangler is the shiz.
All the techies got flashlights. They're hot, I'm going to wear mine forever and ever. I must buy more purple clothes to coordinate with my flashlight.
BLEGH.
QUOTE OF THE DAY:
Me (to Brittany): "You're just jealous that you're too good of an actor to get a flashlight."