Golly, jeepers, where'd you get those weepers?

[tibbalicious]

My mom made me go to her school today. It was ok, I suppose. As ok as being forced out of bed on a saturday morning can be. I gave them critiques and stuff, which I always feel awkward about doing, considering that I'm not in forensics. My mom tells them that I'm in forensics, or that I've taken a forensics class, and then I have to bust in and correct her, "No, I'm not in forensics, I only took a drama 1 class..." and then she gives me dirty looks for telling the truth. Whatever. There was a boy there that was talking about S&M when I walked into the cafeteria for lunch. I started laughing, because he was telling this group of realy interrested girls, "So he choked her, and the girl passed out, and then she wakes up and's like, 'That wasthe best I ever had!'" I thought it was so funny.

I went shopping with my dad. We went to the mall, didn't buy anything. Went to Linens 'n Things and got terribly-over-priced candy bars. Wentto Krogers and got dinner.

There's a boy that goes to our school, I thik he's a junior, but he has a mohawk and looks JUST like scene boy. I saw him in the hall and stared at him for a second. I wanted to ask him if they were related, but then I remembered that I couldn't remember scene boy's name, and even if I talked to the boy at our school, he's one of those punk rockers, so he'd probably punch me in the face. Wow, that was one hell of a run-on sentance. The end.