Hack

Dec 15, 2005 17:42

So I sound like the Compte de Rochforte now. you know, the cray Three Musketeers villian with the eye patch, gravelly voice, and wardrobe of Standard Baddie Black? It makes me want to threaten Chris O'Donnell and slice candlesticks.

Finals are like some sick, twisted torture where they take tack hammers, shrink them, strap them to the feet of some little elves, and have the elves Riverdance on your brain. And to top it all off, Kailer couldn't grade his way out of a wet paper bag, and knowing him, he has tried.

Actually, it was pretty funny. He started talking during our final, see, except that I can't figure out who he was talking to. It may have been Will, but I think Will was either asleep or working (it's hard to tell). Then someone told Kailer to shut up.

YAAAAY for French and Government finals tommorrow. And for trying to remember how to play Danza Mora on the guitar for Chorus final.

Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!

Six days sick and counting!

-Le Compte de Croakforte.
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