Indeed.
Ah yes, our glorious summer thus comes to an end (so tempted to do something with the first scene of Dicky 3). Thoughts are now on the upcoming school year--the stressful application process as well as what should be a super-fun second semester! Rah!
It was a good summer, though I should think that next year's should be better. More money, more places, less parents, yes? More boys? Just the one will do for me, but for the others? Yeah?
I hate it when people romanticize the beginning of the school year. "The smell of freshly sharpened pencils"? That's bullcrap, Meg Ryan. Ugh, why don't you and the school supplies get a friggin' room already.
I find myself incredibly curious about what the Mock Trial case will be this year. I hope it's something exciting, like arson, or murder, or even attempted murder. And something very much unlike credit card fraud. Christ, that was boring. My goodness, I'm a horrible person...
I haven't even looked at the objections file yet. The attorney coaches are going to bite my head off.
I wonder what the Med Assistant teacher's name is. I'm going to show up a good deal late tomorrow (after wandering around the halls of Terra Linda going "All right with the hundreds halls already WHERE'S 63?!") and say "Yeah, I'm from SR. Sup. Teacher... person...." like the gangsta bitch I am. Yes. This is a desperate cry for help.
It's 8:51 and I'm tired. I feel like I'm 80 years old.
Okay, yeah, I have nothing else to say. This has dragged on for long enough. Wah, summer's over and school's starting. Wah, we're getting old. Yay for senior stuff. I hope I make homecoming court just to take the place of someone who deserves it.... Should I take that back? Was it too horrible? Man. I'm horrible.
Kay, bye.
It was a good summer, though I should think that next year's should be better. More money, more places, less parents, yes? More boys? Just the one will do for me, but for the others? Yeah?
I hate it when people romanticize the beginning of the school year. "The smell of freshly sharpened pencils"? That's bullcrap, Meg Ryan. Ugh, why don't you and the school supplies get a friggin' room already.
I find myself incredibly curious about what the Mock Trial case will be this year. I hope it's something exciting, like arson, or murder, or even attempted murder. And something very much unlike credit card fraud. Christ, that was boring. My goodness, I'm a horrible person...
I haven't even looked at the objections file yet. The attorney coaches are going to bite my head off.
I wonder what the Med Assistant teacher's name is. I'm going to show up a good deal late tomorrow (after wandering around the halls of Terra Linda going "All right with the hundreds halls already WHERE'S 63?!") and say "Yeah, I'm from SR. Sup. Teacher... person...." like the gangsta bitch I am. Yes. This is a desperate cry for help.
It's 8:51 and I'm tired. I feel like I'm 80 years old.
Okay, yeah, I have nothing else to say. This has dragged on for long enough. Wah, summer's over and school's starting. Wah, we're getting old. Yay for senior stuff. I hope I make homecoming court just to take the place of someone who deserves it.... Should I take that back? Was it too horrible? Man. I'm horrible.
Kay, bye.