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I'm having the sudden inspiration to post pictures.
So here we go.
This past Friday:
Egh. Wait. I have more pictures than just from Friday.
Not really of anything. But oh well. You'll live. Maybe.
I'm becoming addicted to this.
Help.
(Before I go have a love affair with Beastboy)
Senior Prank Day, or should I say, Senior "Fun" Day, was wednesday, I think. It's now Senior "Fun" Day, considering how the "pranking" is now prohibited.
Ugh. I don't get it. It's not pranking if it's allowed and expected.
They should just do something outrageous, get in trouble for it, and suffer the consequences. Like it used to be done. But oh well.
I was actually moderately amused by this.
Sometime this week, my parents got an invitation in the mail to go eat dinner in Atlanta with George Bush. The catch: A couple has to cough up $15,000 to attend.
We've had this agreement that they would buy me my car whenever it came time for me to get one, because I won't be able to get a job until I have a car, and therefore won't have the money to buy a car on my own.
The agreement almost crawled under a rock and died as the proposition was made to either buy me a car, and essentially my freedom, or go eat dinner with him. The money could go either way. I was asked my opinion on the matter, and I stated my belief that they could have a more enlightening conversation with a toadstool. My father literally booed at me like a fussy five year old. Not that I expected a mature response out of him anyway.
Now, for Friday.
School schedule was somewhat screwy over all the Cum Laude buisness that was going on. Mr. Warren inducted Amy, and wrote poetry for her, and then read it to the whole assembly. I badly want copies of those poems. Or something.
Learned some more about vegetarianism in Agora. To be frank, I rarely ever eat beef, but I had conveniently eaten a cheeseburger a couple nights prior to the meeting, and once Agora was over, I wanted to go puke. I had known some of the unsettling things that went into american beef beforehand, but I never knew THAT much. Just...ugh. Dude. Just don't eat it. I beg you.
Doodled my way through chemistry. After that, we had assembly (the wacked up schedule was messing with my head. and still is. assembly should not be at the end of the day. Just NO.). Once the bell rang, Laurie drove me down to Frazier, where I went several places and tried whoring phones off people. After multiple tries, I found hope in Mudpie. Called Pepper. Worked on my doodle from chemistry and ate raspberry sorbet until she got there, so that we could frolick until other people showed up.
We went down to the Tree of Life, saw Carrie shortly, and then sat on the bugless blue walkway by the fountains and talked about sunglasses for an unhealthy span of time. Then Jay appeared out of bloody nowhere. The three of us continued the unheathly subject of sunglasses. Went back to Mudpie out of boredom. After a seemingly hour of sitting and being bored (though the conversation made a healthy turn from sunglasses to a lesbian buffalo named Billie making love with Pepper with a background of Michael Jackson's Billie Jean), we left, got Carrie, and went to Clumpie's to see more people.
Why the hell did I just type all of that up in such detail. That was only a fraction of the day.
Blargh.
No more words. I'm getting dumber over here.
I was in a seriously wacked up mood from sometime up until the point where we to Sushi Nabe. Almost angsty. I'm pretty irritated with myself over it. I don't enjoy walking around looking like my emotional condition is the equivilent of a dirty rain puddle. But whatever, I got over the mood, thankfully.
Had my first ever Sushi Nabe experience, and therefore, my first ever taste of sushi. Kind of sad.
Klag reminds me of a big fluffy puppy. Or a floofy poofy, as I would normally say.
You see that? First bite of sushi. Ever. Oh yes.
Then there was mingling.
So here we go.
This past Friday:
Egh. Wait. I have more pictures than just from Friday.
Not really of anything. But oh well. You'll live. Maybe.
I'm becoming addicted to this.
Help.
(Before I go have a love affair with Beastboy)
Senior Prank Day, or should I say, Senior "Fun" Day, was wednesday, I think. It's now Senior "Fun" Day, considering how the "pranking" is now prohibited.
Ugh. I don't get it. It's not pranking if it's allowed and expected.
They should just do something outrageous, get in trouble for it, and suffer the consequences. Like it used to be done. But oh well.
I was actually moderately amused by this.
Sometime this week, my parents got an invitation in the mail to go eat dinner in Atlanta with George Bush. The catch: A couple has to cough up $15,000 to attend.
We've had this agreement that they would buy me my car whenever it came time for me to get one, because I won't be able to get a job until I have a car, and therefore won't have the money to buy a car on my own.
The agreement almost crawled under a rock and died as the proposition was made to either buy me a car, and essentially my freedom, or go eat dinner with him. The money could go either way. I was asked my opinion on the matter, and I stated my belief that they could have a more enlightening conversation with a toadstool. My father literally booed at me like a fussy five year old. Not that I expected a mature response out of him anyway.
Now, for Friday.
School schedule was somewhat screwy over all the Cum Laude buisness that was going on. Mr. Warren inducted Amy, and wrote poetry for her, and then read it to the whole assembly. I badly want copies of those poems. Or something.
Learned some more about vegetarianism in Agora. To be frank, I rarely ever eat beef, but I had conveniently eaten a cheeseburger a couple nights prior to the meeting, and once Agora was over, I wanted to go puke. I had known some of the unsettling things that went into american beef beforehand, but I never knew THAT much. Just...ugh. Dude. Just don't eat it. I beg you.
Doodled my way through chemistry. After that, we had assembly (the wacked up schedule was messing with my head. and still is. assembly should not be at the end of the day. Just NO.). Once the bell rang, Laurie drove me down to Frazier, where I went several places and tried whoring phones off people. After multiple tries, I found hope in Mudpie. Called Pepper. Worked on my doodle from chemistry and ate raspberry sorbet until she got there, so that we could frolick until other people showed up.
We went down to the Tree of Life, saw Carrie shortly, and then sat on the bugless blue walkway by the fountains and talked about sunglasses for an unhealthy span of time. Then Jay appeared out of bloody nowhere. The three of us continued the unheathly subject of sunglasses. Went back to Mudpie out of boredom. After a seemingly hour of sitting and being bored (though the conversation made a healthy turn from sunglasses to a lesbian buffalo named Billie making love with Pepper with a background of Michael Jackson's Billie Jean), we left, got Carrie, and went to Clumpie's to see more people.
Why the hell did I just type all of that up in such detail. That was only a fraction of the day.
Blargh.
No more words. I'm getting dumber over here.
I was in a seriously wacked up mood from sometime up until the point where we to Sushi Nabe. Almost angsty. I'm pretty irritated with myself over it. I don't enjoy walking around looking like my emotional condition is the equivilent of a dirty rain puddle. But whatever, I got over the mood, thankfully.
Had my first ever Sushi Nabe experience, and therefore, my first ever taste of sushi. Kind of sad.
Klag reminds me of a big fluffy puppy. Or a floofy poofy, as I would normally say.
You see that? First bite of sushi. Ever. Oh yes.
Then there was mingling.