day one: they eat the civilians
I hate the first day of school even more than I hate ties. (But, from what I'm told these days, I pull off a tie pretty well.) The teachers all pretend that they're not going to be evil mouthbreathers, the kids who sit in the front don't even raise their hands so they don't seem overeager and everyone ends up with homework. Plus, girls squeal. And I like girls. But the next one who squeals in my ear is going to regret it.
Classes weren't awful, I guess. I figure, I've got Blaine doing my Algebra, Santana is taking care of Spanish, I'll corner someone to take English off my hands, and Quinn can help me wth Theology. Luckily, I think my Chem teacher likes me, so I'll work that angle. The only classes that are gonna be awesome are Holocaust - whassup, my people - and Rock Band. Me and Finn are gonna knock everyone in that class on their asses. The Blues Brothers strike again.
Now if Karosky would just loosen up, this rooming situation just might work out. And if it doesn't, I'll be looking for places to crash, ladies.
Oh well. 1000 Ways To Die is on and I can't afford to not know how a chick can die if her funbags blow up midair.
Classes weren't awful, I guess. I figure, I've got Blaine doing my Algebra, Santana is taking care of Spanish, I'll corner someone to take English off my hands, and Quinn can help me wth Theology. Luckily, I think my Chem teacher likes me, so I'll work that angle. The only classes that are gonna be awesome are Holocaust - whassup, my people - and Rock Band. Me and Finn are gonna knock everyone in that class on their asses. The Blues Brothers strike again.
Now if Karosky would just loosen up, this rooming situation just might work out. And if it doesn't, I'll be looking for places to crash, ladies.
Oh well. 1000 Ways To Die is on and I can't afford to not know how a chick can die if her funbags blow up midair.