Baran got my email. I explained the dramatic happenings to Frank who said, "WTF?" Oddly enough, Drama Maker asked if I had bothered to get in touch with Baran because HE HAD NO RECOLLECTION OF A MEETING WITH ME WHATSOEVER. I said that yes, in fact, I emailed him yesterday and met with him today. Then, she pulled out my not-edited story, wrote a note on it about stressing the importance of nonpartisan crapola, and then handed it off to Ms. Wilson. THANK YOU, incompetent drama maker, THANK YOU SO MUCH.
Anyway, I have a study hall now in place of Spanish. I passed math first semester, and I'm quite happy considering that I didn't do SHIT in that class. The drama maker is in my acting company for Hamlet, and she has completely stopped speaking to me outside of journalism. I LOVE THE PETTINESS. WOOOOO.
Oh well; I am making it a goal of mine to rarely speak of her on LJ after this entry because she just is not worth the space. Besides, after June 6, I will never have to put up with her ever again! *dances*
I ordered one of those snazzy
10th anniversary NaNoWriMo shirts which will hopefully be at my house shortly. When it arrives, I will be sure to take a totally dorky awesome photo of myself in the shirt with my book in hand. Why? Because I'm that cool, that's why.
Happy seven months!