i kid you not
i finished my christmas shopping! (well almost.) and i'm not broke. i have four dollars. but i'm babysitting on friday.
and we bought WAY too many cookies for the NHS christmas party and mrs emerson went off about how we never get anything done on time and my god what do we do with her time. i asked her if she had any idea what it is like to be a senior in high school. she said, do you have any idea what it is like to be a teacher with a house and a family and blah blah. and that it's a good thing she didn't go to bed at 8 last night, like she has for the past two weeks, because a parent called her at 9:30. and i said i would take that as a no, she has no fucking clue what it's like. (well i didn't say fucking). she laughed at me and said she's been sick for a month. i said so have i. and i go to bed at midnight if i'm lucky. erika said yeah me too. it all started when she asked about the unfinished bylaws. way to take her mistake and pin it on us. brilliant. and then complain about the 378179287 dozen cookies. well if we had bought 5 bags instead of 40 and the entire NHS showed up, she would have not been happy either.
my mom bought the wrong kind of fudgesicles. actually they are not fudgesicles at all, they are pierre's quiescently frozen fudge pops. and they are terrible! all i want is a real fudgesicle. what the fuck does quiescently mean? do they sing them soft lullabys while they slowly lower the temperature?
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and we bought WAY too many cookies for the NHS christmas party and mrs emerson went off about how we never get anything done on time and my god what do we do with her time. i asked her if she had any idea what it is like to be a senior in high school. she said, do you have any idea what it is like to be a teacher with a house and a family and blah blah. and that it's a good thing she didn't go to bed at 8 last night, like she has for the past two weeks, because a parent called her at 9:30. and i said i would take that as a no, she has no fucking clue what it's like. (well i didn't say fucking). she laughed at me and said she's been sick for a month. i said so have i. and i go to bed at midnight if i'm lucky. erika said yeah me too. it all started when she asked about the unfinished bylaws. way to take her mistake and pin it on us. brilliant. and then complain about the 378179287 dozen cookies. well if we had bought 5 bags instead of 40 and the entire NHS showed up, she would have not been happy either.
my mom bought the wrong kind of fudgesicles. actually they are not fudgesicles at all, they are pierre's quiescently frozen fudge pops. and they are terrible! all i want is a real fudgesicle. what the fuck does quiescently mean? do they sing them soft lullabys while they slowly lower the temperature?
must finish:
english
french
history
applications