St. Patty's Day
I can't wait to be 21. Damn you Libby! Anyways... I'm really bothered and angered. St. Patty's day, yes, is kill your liver day. Drink 'till you can't drink no more. But you don't come to school drunk. I honestly can't believe he did that. How he was acting... it just terrified me. I had wanted to talk to him, but he was drunk (in school...) and scaring the shit out of me. I am going to yell at him. How can you be that stupid?!
I had a crazy ass dream the other night (and last night too... but I can't remember that one). It consisted of Jill taking money out of a tip jar to pay for a bagel and coffee, then growing a couple feet; my science teacher; agruing Koreans; and a line of ostriches pecking, one by one, at Alicia (from the movie we are watching in espanol). It was quite... well, amusing now. Kind of freaky then.
AnywaysI need to go have coffee. I'm peeling over. Banana style. *twitch* Peel. *twitch*