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[stuck_on_cher]

I'm gonna see if i can rip off nora and do these stupid/hilarious things, but i dont think it will be long and enjoyable. i'm sure i'll fail horribly, but whatev.. haha so today...

1. Elks...again. Lauren Rubenstein parked like an idiot. Jackie, Diana, Nikki and I laugh at her driving skills and leave.
2. Happy that school isn't as disgusting as it was yesterday. Happy that my coffee is actually hot. Happy that I didnt do any of my homework.
3. Try to log in to find my SAT scores, but alas, my mom made the username and password, and doesn't know when I call her. They said they would send me an email. It came 178 hours later.
4. Go to English. Finish writing about irrigation, because you know.. i really care.
5. Social Studies.. debate on funding for troops in Iraq. I, as Peter King, run the debate, and I have a blast. I have tissues under the podium incase i have an allergic attack, (which in fact i did not.)
6. Latin. "FIELD REGENTS EXAM BULLSHIT TEST." who cares. Going to the cafeteria, I tell Denise that my skin is its natural color after she asks where I "went"... feel stupid because I realize that she is indeed a black woman.
   
7. I "found" a Claritin on Guazzo's desk.. I take it. It is not fast enough.
8. Italian is stupid because we get 18 more handouts that are supposed to teach us. They do not. I sit and bullshit some math homework, and realize I dont understand polar planes. I do understand however that Italian and Pass himself are a joke. My allergic reactions intensify. Gross out Manuela because I sit behind her.
9. Math.. I grab 5 tissues on the way in, and want to kill somebody. I call my mother in a bitter rage because I want to go home but she does not answer. I deal with it, and tell myself Cher wouldn't go home because she was sneezing her ass off. I am at peace, but my nose is still running.
   
10. Girolamo is Girolamo again, and she has amazing quotes, such as. "Hopefully this will behoove you to study." ...behoove.
11. Computer graphics. Espo is still in a neck brace, yet her hair is in a clip. It makes me laugh. She still screams that we dont do work, and it's funny.
    
12. I finally find my SAT scores after having to click both "Forgot Username" and "Forgot Password" links. My username was SWIM1225. Thanks, ma. I would have guessed that. I got a 1930.. roughly a 1290 on the old scale. I am pleased. I am shocked that I got a 700 on the math, but I am sad about my 590 on the reading. I don't read. That score won't improve. It makes me cry.
13. Free. Cafe with Nora, Gabi and Natalie. I call my dad because he always tells me to call him and I never do, so I thought I would inform him that I got 200 points more than he did on the SATS when he took them. He was in a meeting. I bothered him. But he applauds me nonetheless. This is why I dont call.
    
14. The four of us start playing a game where one person says one word and the next person says another, trying to make it a in/coherent, yet hilarious story. It's silly at first, but after we have a rapid pace it gets better. "I like to make babies. I make a lot of babies lately since Vinny sings Cher when we blew each other." "I like to lick balls. They are smushy and are delicious...ly.. suckers." Natalie is the queen of this game. Everything is balls.
15. Chemistry. Nothing fun happens. I take a quiz on alpha and beta particles and let Jillian Wilson cheat off of me because I'm nice.
16. Go to Elks, turn on my 1000º car, and sit to hear Madonna playing. I am again, at peace. I put on "Sorry" because I can't get enough of that song and drive home.
    
17. My sister takes the car to go get a job at Victoria's Secret because apparently my sister is into selling lingerie, and I'm almost positive she's applying to get a modeling job there... She's going to read this entry within 24 hours. She's actually going to be folding bras and thongs over the summer.
    
18. Wait for my sister to come home because she just called and said that she's coming home. I'm getting a haircut today. It will be cut appropriately so that a faux-hawk can be styled more effectively. I dont know why I want to do a faux hawk. Greg Guerra told me I have "a Level 3 faux-hawk" compared to his... novice one.
19. Sit in front of the computer typing this atrocity without a shirt on because my sunburn is obnoxious.
20. Can't wait to drive to Ardsley to listen to "Confessions on a Dancefloor." That album is orgasmic. At least the first nine tracks. The last three make me want to vomit, especially since there's some Kaballah-krap khanting in "Isaac." whatev. madonna is a whacko.
    

  I'm done.