Seems everyone is writing something morose tonight... so that gives me two choices:
A. Join the bandwagon
B. Set up a bomb on the bandwagon and blow it to smithereens!
Seriously, who actually has a bandwagon anymore? Like, an actual bandwagon. In fact, what the hell is it?
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- An elaborately decorated wagon used to transport musicians in a parade.
How funky. So it's actually like... a band on a wagon. For some reason, that is so hilarious to me, my sides are hurting.
Life is two different shades of strange for me. I'm having a great time in all my classes.... excluding Precal since I don't consider that a class as much as I consider it "Torture hour: Adam gets whipped for free." It seems to me that I should be hopping on those college applications... you'd think I'd have them done by now but I never seem to think about them when I actually have the time.
I finished Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince in two days. I'm sure you've heard it before, but it was very, very good. Good enough in fact, to earn my envied Accolade of Superior Literary Work as determined by Adam Chen. In fact, it's the only book that has it so far, so I'm sure it's envied out the wazoo.
I hope anyone who actually read this post has a happy and Felix Felicitous induced luck spree! In fact, you don't even have to drink it! Just fool yourself into believing you drank it and you're golden. God I love placebos.
-Adam is out with a bang and a band.