Mar 12, 2005 00:30
My dad said that I always look like I'm about to die. I like that.
We got progress reports and I did fairly well except for algebra. I know I've said it countless times, but I loathe that class. Everytime I walk down the hall to go to algebra I pretend that I'm being led to a firing squad.
I already bought my Decemberists tickets for the show in Boston, yet I can't help but feel as if something terrible is going to happen to prevent me from seeing them. If I could I'd seal myself and the entire band in a plastic bubble (preferably the same bubble) a month before the concert just to be on the safe side.
"It follows that they never understood Reginald, who came down late to breakfast, and nibbled toast, and said disrespectful things about the universe." - Reginald's Choir Treat by Saki