locked (an explanation)
so, since i'm actually planning to use this journal to discuss rl, i'm thinking it'd be good if i locked it. or, really, it's more like, 'hey, most of my friends know i blog. what if they try to find me?'. cue panic.
in other news, i spent most of the day scribbling bits and pieces of my twilight fic during class today. sadly, my writing was cut short because of impending french doom - my teacher is gone to do ap reading and our sub's never taken french in her life. and also can't tell us why the passe simple is going to be on our exam when none of us know how to do it. oh well. hopefully there'll be a curve.
the field day carnival's tomorrow, so hopefully i'll remember not to wear a white shirt. at my school they get the fire department to bring the trucks over and periodically hose down anyone in a twenty foot radius. oh, the wonders of life in the suburbs.
slightly random, but you know those orbit commercials on mtv? well, i was at a friend's house, and she's obsessed with the hills and true life (well, okay, i kind of really love true life, too) so we decided to catch up on all the tivo'ed episodes we missed. and literally twice an episode those obnoxious commercials with that british rapper would come on and not stop for at least a minute and a half, which, well, is a long freaking time to lazy teenagers. why? do they really think pissing us off will inspire us to buy gum? as if. you know what orbit should try - rpattz. even if he looks like he lives in an opium den, and would be the most ridiculously unbelievable celebrity endorsement since hayden panettiere tried to convince us that she had acne, you know every twihard/rpattz fangirl would so be on that gum like it was crack in a candy store. im just saying.
in other news, i spent most of the day scribbling bits and pieces of my twilight fic during class today. sadly, my writing was cut short because of impending french doom - my teacher is gone to do ap reading and our sub's never taken french in her life. and also can't tell us why the passe simple is going to be on our exam when none of us know how to do it. oh well. hopefully there'll be a curve.
the field day carnival's tomorrow, so hopefully i'll remember not to wear a white shirt. at my school they get the fire department to bring the trucks over and periodically hose down anyone in a twenty foot radius. oh, the wonders of life in the suburbs.
slightly random, but you know those orbit commercials on mtv? well, i was at a friend's house, and she's obsessed with the hills and true life (well, okay, i kind of really love true life, too) so we decided to catch up on all the tivo'ed episodes we missed. and literally twice an episode those obnoxious commercials with that british rapper would come on and not stop for at least a minute and a half, which, well, is a long freaking time to lazy teenagers. why? do they really think pissing us off will inspire us to buy gum? as if. you know what orbit should try - rpattz. even if he looks like he lives in an opium den, and would be the most ridiculously unbelievable celebrity endorsement since hayden panettiere tried to convince us that she had acne, you know every twihard/rpattz fangirl would so be on that gum like it was crack in a candy store. im just saying.