Today at lunch I became an informal Kabbalist, thanks to Kirby. Go me.
School pictures were today, and I hate my picture with a passion unknown to man. As in, you don't even know how bad it is (obviously, because you haven't even seen the stupid thing). I really hate our ID cards too. They're so incredibly ugly. Ah well. At least I won't ever have to use it. And the picture? I'll just cover it up with a picture of Jorja Fox. Maybe one like this:
![](http://pics.livejournal.com/csi_babe/pic/00001kgg)
They'll never know the difference. Mwahahaha.
In other news...
We're relearning everything in choir. It's very boring. But at least I'm sitting in the back this time. Kirby's in 6th period choir now, yay! Hopefully Rach will come too. Mrs. Dail is calling me "Amelia" (!!!) and refuses to call me Momo untill I stop talking. It's not MY fault I'm bored out of my skull discussing diaphragms and measures.
9 days till the season premiere of CSI!!! I can hardly wait.
Oh, and I'm about halfway through page 25 of my fanfic. Woot woot.
CSI Quote:
Sara- Do you want to sleep with me?
Grissom- Did you just say what I think you said?
Sara- That way when I wake up under the blanket in a cold sweat, hearing Kay's screams, you can tell me it's just empathy.
(Epi: Sex, Lies and Larvae)