First kiss ever I took, like a page from a romance book...
...preceded, of course, by a long and hypothetical e-mail to angelica and clark, which was frankly the funniest thing to have happened to me ever since I stapled my hand to a felt apple in 6th grade. ah that summer. to be frank with you all, I had far more sex appeal in middle school than I possess now. I must have peaked at 3rd or 4th grade, actually. Now alas, I am limited to tragically impoverished bohemian artists of Harvard Sq, with whom I can never be with, alas, because Nicole would never permit it. Actually, perhaps I could be like whats-her-name in Mouline Rouge. Forbidden love and such. What's the fancy name for a high paid hooker?
It's time for me to get into college but there are sooo many reasons why a college shouldn't accept me including, but not limited to, Dr. Tam, Pre-Calculus, Biology, and probably Lozo, seeing as how I have not turned in that Modest Proposal thread.
I modestly propose to hurt Charles Berman. I think it's a quite spectacular plan. All my problems can be traced back to him. My transcript, my precarious state of mind, the migraine plaguing me at the current moment, and the fact that my bedtime is now officially 4:30 am.
Alas, alas, alack and a day. I've recently had various sex talks with Elizabeth and frankly, as a girl whose sex appeal peaked before puberty, I think I can safely assume that I know what oral sex is, especially since I take AP Latin with Doc. In fact, I know how to say "to force one to perform oral sex with" in Latin. mhmmm, I'm so glad I never dropped that class. I've also been trying to tell her that feminists get a whole lot less love but, as a feminist, she dismisses me as giving into a culture of male domination and female submission.
Has anyone else read Blood & Chocolate? That book is wholly inappropriate to be going on large screen and you can all trust me on this one because I read that book a few years ago and the plotline is much like the plotline of Catullus' poems, except far less amusing. And by "wholly inappropriate" I mean, I'm dragging Samantha Attenborough to see it with me, after we see Lady in the Water and rent KYLE XY, and after I find my passport.
Lately, I've notice a terrible trend in our class. Everyone is getting into college, but I, on the other hand, have recieved merely inquisitive letters wondering where, perhaps, they might find my transcript. I don't know. I refuse to care. My GPA probably dropped to a 1.9. The other day I had an interview and she told me kindly that I was well-qualified and I smiled equally kindly and confirmed my suspicion that she'd never seen my application.
The ART ruined Importance of Being Earnest; you might've all guessed that the only part I enjoyed was Algernon in boxers.
(Cecilia Bahamon with an accent, I rather miss your witty comments.)
It's time for me to get into college but there are sooo many reasons why a college shouldn't accept me including, but not limited to, Dr. Tam, Pre-Calculus, Biology, and probably Lozo, seeing as how I have not turned in that Modest Proposal thread.
I modestly propose to hurt Charles Berman. I think it's a quite spectacular plan. All my problems can be traced back to him. My transcript, my precarious state of mind, the migraine plaguing me at the current moment, and the fact that my bedtime is now officially 4:30 am.
Alas, alas, alack and a day. I've recently had various sex talks with Elizabeth and frankly, as a girl whose sex appeal peaked before puberty, I think I can safely assume that I know what oral sex is, especially since I take AP Latin with Doc. In fact, I know how to say "to force one to perform oral sex with" in Latin. mhmmm, I'm so glad I never dropped that class. I've also been trying to tell her that feminists get a whole lot less love but, as a feminist, she dismisses me as giving into a culture of male domination and female submission.
Has anyone else read Blood & Chocolate? That book is wholly inappropriate to be going on large screen and you can all trust me on this one because I read that book a few years ago and the plotline is much like the plotline of Catullus' poems, except far less amusing. And by "wholly inappropriate" I mean, I'm dragging Samantha Attenborough to see it with me, after we see Lady in the Water and rent KYLE XY, and after I find my passport.
Lately, I've notice a terrible trend in our class. Everyone is getting into college, but I, on the other hand, have recieved merely inquisitive letters wondering where, perhaps, they might find my transcript. I don't know. I refuse to care. My GPA probably dropped to a 1.9. The other day I had an interview and she told me kindly that I was well-qualified and I smiled equally kindly and confirmed my suspicion that she'd never seen my application.
The ART ruined Importance of Being Earnest; you might've all guessed that the only part I enjoyed was Algernon in boxers.
(Cecilia Bahamon with an accent, I rather miss your witty comments.)