We Draw to a Cunt...I Mean, Close
After utterly failing taking the last of my AP exams (Physics. Gag me with death) I am now able to gush about Prom.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PROM!
Heh. It was nice having a hawt and sweet date, the beauteous Artist Currently Known as Ron Weasley. Yeesh, now I know why I never had fun at homecomings coming with a group of friends and vaguely dancing in a circle. Attending with a nice boy in tow is preferable; that thing they do with their hands on your hips is quite nice. Anyway, one prom down, two to go.
In other news, physics is a cunt. The weather is a cunt. My brother is a cunt. My sore and swollen throat with its feeling of the fiery weight of five melons is a cunt. Negativity is a cunt. Also, I have written my submission for a graduation speech about the Legend of Zelda. It ends with "San Dimas High School football rules." Needless to say, it is not going to be chosen to be read at graduation.
That's all right, though. I could never give a speech in front of 500 people anyway. Not without a pair of shades and a lot of curse words.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PROM!
Heh. It was nice having a hawt and sweet date, the beauteous Artist Currently Known as Ron Weasley. Yeesh, now I know why I never had fun at homecomings coming with a group of friends and vaguely dancing in a circle. Attending with a nice boy in tow is preferable; that thing they do with their hands on your hips is quite nice. Anyway, one prom down, two to go.
In other news, physics is a cunt. The weather is a cunt. My brother is a cunt. My sore and swollen throat with its feeling of the fiery weight of five melons is a cunt. Negativity is a cunt. Also, I have written my submission for a graduation speech about the Legend of Zelda. It ends with "San Dimas High School football rules." Needless to say, it is not going to be chosen to be read at graduation.
That's all right, though. I could never give a speech in front of 500 people anyway. Not without a pair of shades and a lot of curse words.