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Sometimes the long days get you down. Your foot is bleeding because you wear upsetting shoes. You should be working harder in Latin. Your room has been rearranged by vermin while you were sleeping. There is no food. The homework you find surrounding you towers above your head. And theres that form to fill out.
What do you do then?
You could try to get it done, sure. Or you could do what I do.
Do enough work to get by on, tape the foot, toss the shoes, play with magnetic poetry, and listen to Geggy Tah.
Sa-tis-fied.
I've decided I hate Prom.
Its months away and I'm already disgusted.
The dress, the date, the ticket, the plans. Sure, it sounds nice, but I'm sensing some deeper evil.
I could just not go.
Shame my father said I should.
Dad: It'll be a good experience for you Megan.
Me: Boys are stupid.
Dad: You can go with some friends then...
Me: Yeah, sure.
Dad: It is prom after all.
Me: Thats nice.
Dad: I think you should think long and hard about this.
Me: Penguins don't have knees.
Yeah, okay.
What do you do then?
You could try to get it done, sure. Or you could do what I do.
Do enough work to get by on, tape the foot, toss the shoes, play with magnetic poetry, and listen to Geggy Tah.
Sa-tis-fied.
I've decided I hate Prom.
Its months away and I'm already disgusted.
The dress, the date, the ticket, the plans. Sure, it sounds nice, but I'm sensing some deeper evil.
I could just not go.
Shame my father said I should.
Dad: It'll be a good experience for you Megan.
Me: Boys are stupid.
Dad: You can go with some friends then...
Me: Yeah, sure.
Dad: It is prom after all.
Me: Thats nice.
Dad: I think you should think long and hard about this.
Me: Penguins don't have knees.
Yeah, okay.