...and I said, "Yes, I feel wonderful tonight."
I was sitting there in CST watching a movie about how to become a better person and to fill my life with the Messiah, and I fell asleep. I hope that isn't a mortal sin or something.
I've also realized that doing your homework in class isn't that difficult afterall. It's just like snacking in class, except you hide the papers, not the food, and you don't eat it. Unless you really want to, but that's just a little odd. I know fourth lunch is late, but that's no reason to endorse the formation of an ulcer.
The heater in English leaked today. It was rather frightening. Beth thought her epipen had exploded, but then realized that the clear, slippery substance was not the drug that would usually save her life, but useless fluids draining from the mechanism that was suppose to be providing the school with warmth.
Has anyone noticed that these past two weeks have been colder than most in class? I think it's another secret incentive to sell capital prize tickets. They turn down the heat, and then say that if you pawn off two, you not only get spirit wear, but are exempt from pneaumonia as well.
Target has some really cool stuff for Valentine's Day. ::Lunges at decorative pillows and the like:: Jenni had to drag me away from them. Literally. People gave us a few funny looks and sideways glances, but that could be because she kept screaming, "YOU WANT IT. YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT," rather loudly.
::Sounds of Crickets from the Next Room::
I am Confused.
::Sister answers the phone::
Jenni: ((To Faja))Oh hush, it's Leah.
Leah's an insect? How awkard.
::More Listening::
Jenni: Hey Dad, she says you're a hemaphrodite.
My entire house is on crack. Perhaps that's the reason why this entire entry has been slightly dazed and ADD.
::Shrugs:: Oh well. Tally ho, all. :-)
I've also realized that doing your homework in class isn't that difficult afterall. It's just like snacking in class, except you hide the papers, not the food, and you don't eat it. Unless you really want to, but that's just a little odd. I know fourth lunch is late, but that's no reason to endorse the formation of an ulcer.
The heater in English leaked today. It was rather frightening. Beth thought her epipen had exploded, but then realized that the clear, slippery substance was not the drug that would usually save her life, but useless fluids draining from the mechanism that was suppose to be providing the school with warmth.
Has anyone noticed that these past two weeks have been colder than most in class? I think it's another secret incentive to sell capital prize tickets. They turn down the heat, and then say that if you pawn off two, you not only get spirit wear, but are exempt from pneaumonia as well.
Target has some really cool stuff for Valentine's Day. ::Lunges at decorative pillows and the like:: Jenni had to drag me away from them. Literally. People gave us a few funny looks and sideways glances, but that could be because she kept screaming, "YOU WANT IT. YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT," rather loudly.
::Sounds of Crickets from the Next Room::
I am Confused.
::Sister answers the phone::
Jenni: ((To Faja))Oh hush, it's Leah.
Leah's an insect? How awkard.
::More Listening::
Jenni: Hey Dad, she says you're a hemaphrodite.
My entire house is on crack. Perhaps that's the reason why this entire entry has been slightly dazed and ADD.
::Shrugs:: Oh well. Tally ho, all. :-)