I AM OFFICIALLY A SOPHMORE!

I think finals and final projects and all that jazz nearly killed me, but I made it, and I'm a froshmore! I mean, sophmore!  Yay-ness.

And... I spent my last class of ninth grade systematically destroying a Now-And-Later wrapper and pretending it was Sam Edel's head.  I HATE that BASTARD but I don't even know his real last ( Read more... )