There is a land called passive aggressiva and I am their queen.
sup thomas.
sup brown hair.
So basically, I'm surfing the interweb.
Enter Mom:
"So how's the research paper coming."
Me:
"I'm missing grey's and ugly betty."
Mom:
"Maybe you should have done it over the weekend."
Me:
"Mom, when I'm lying on my deathbed,
I'm going to care that I hung out with my friends on the weekend.
I'm not going to care about this research paper.
Oh wait, I don't care now."
Ah the joys of senioritis.
Since I'm basically just procrastinating:
So yeah, I write for the Orinda News.
I wrote a column about Respect (with a capital R)
and my editor flipped, because I was basically ragging on everyone in an authority position.
It was fun.
Until I experienced my first encounter with CENSORSHIP and was coerced into change the article.
However, being the free speech activist that I am. I protested!
YOU CANT CENSOR ME.
So now my editor tells me to be careful for cops because they might come after me.