we can dance to the radio station that plays in our teeth.

May 19, 2005 22:10

so I just saw the CSI 2-hour finale.
Nick got kidnapped, and buried alive in a glass case underground, and they could watch him from a camera in the lab, and he was so sad and it was so sad, and then the ants were eating him, and he was crying, and I was crying, and Grissom called him Poncho and he was like a little baby.
Poor Nick.

that was a hell of a finale, but that chick in jail and her stupid dad that did all of this just because his daughter went to jail for 5 years for helping someone kill someone? what the crap? my mom felt bad for him though, I guess I did too.
meh.

Anyway, my english final is about this guy who has his limbs cut off by sluts that are friends with his ex-wife, or they're her new husband's sisters, I can't make up my mind. I'm bad at writing stories and I don't feel like doing this. Grotesque is so much easier than arabesque though, or whatever.

Tomorrow's the last day of school ever (minus finals next week which don't count). I guess I should bring my camera, even though I probably won't go to a bunch of classes.

umm....

I should print out more prom pictures, instead of doing my english final. good idea! OK time to slack. I wish a CSI-watcher would get online and talk to me. bye
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