People are all puzzles to be figured out
Sarabeth was telling me about all the senior pranks the juniors are planning on pulling next year and all the past senior pranks. Apprantly, a couple years ago, some guy stole the dragon mascot head and put it on, put on a leapord print thong, and ran past forum during forum so that the whole school could see him, and then Mr. Cassidy had to go and chase after him. Hehe. I wish I could have been there. This year's juniors want to get a cow and ride up the elevator with it and leave it upstairs because cows can't walk down stairs and then someone will have to get in the elevator with the cow again and take it back down. That would be awesome to have a cow roaming around the school. I think we should convince Jess to bring Poppy in... We could set Poppy loose and as Mr. Cassidy is trying to take care of the random sheep roaming the school, we could get a bunch of people to run around the school naked, and then when Mr. Cassidy finds out what's going on, they just hop in Mr. Chapman's golf cart and drive away before the crazy cross country guy can attack them, and then we send a bunch of random people to tackle Mr. Chapman in case he does happen to outrun the golf cart. Hehe. Who wants to tackle Mr. Chapman, kiddies?
I'm utterly DEVASTATED. I don't think we're getting off tomorrow. : ( We still have to go to school, how sad. I have a lot of stuff I was hoping to do on the day off, a.k.a. studying for midterms, studying for the bio test, writing my OHS outline, and watching Harry Potter for the fourth time this week. God I love that movie.
Awww, poor Stephanie has developed a crush on the cute yet obviously gay singer from Yale. Tsk, tsk, I know how you feel, Sexikins. Stupid Natalie just HAD to be sitting there...
I don't think I'm going to go to Winter Formal... I'll be aaaaaaaallllll alone, with nobody to dance with. How sad. (hides in corner) I hate Winter Formal gossip. It's really starting to bother me. GET A LIFE, YOU PRICKS, DON'T YOU REALIZE SOME PEOPLE MIGHT "NOT" HAVE DATES TO THIS ALL-SO-WONDERFULLY-SPECIAL-DANCE-THING.
Mrs. Wavel started randomly talking about Buffy in CL9 today, and Alex admitted that he's seen all seven seasons, and I'm like, WOAH, and he's like, blah blah blah, Spike is my gay lover, except not so blatantly... And PJ likes buttraping inanimate objects with rocks. And I just understood why guys with AIDS are generally suspected of being gay... I'm so slow.
If she really felt alone she just had to open her eyes because everyone's waiting for her, waiting on her hand and foot. And she's their princess and they are the dirt beneath her feet. Broken razors, shattered glass, don't make better friends. Sometimes the only way to let the burn heal is to let go of the hot iron and listen to the world around you, even if, at first, all you hear are screams.
I'm utterly DEVASTATED. I don't think we're getting off tomorrow. : ( We still have to go to school, how sad. I have a lot of stuff I was hoping to do on the day off, a.k.a. studying for midterms, studying for the bio test, writing my OHS outline, and watching Harry Potter for the fourth time this week. God I love that movie.
Awww, poor Stephanie has developed a crush on the cute yet obviously gay singer from Yale. Tsk, tsk, I know how you feel, Sexikins. Stupid Natalie just HAD to be sitting there...
I don't think I'm going to go to Winter Formal... I'll be aaaaaaaallllll alone, with nobody to dance with. How sad. (hides in corner) I hate Winter Formal gossip. It's really starting to bother me. GET A LIFE, YOU PRICKS, DON'T YOU REALIZE SOME PEOPLE MIGHT "NOT" HAVE DATES TO THIS ALL-SO-WONDERFULLY-SPECIAL-DANCE-THING.
Mrs. Wavel started randomly talking about Buffy in CL9 today, and Alex admitted that he's seen all seven seasons, and I'm like, WOAH, and he's like, blah blah blah, Spike is my gay lover, except not so blatantly... And PJ likes buttraping inanimate objects with rocks. And I just understood why guys with AIDS are generally suspected of being gay... I'm so slow.
If she really felt alone she just had to open her eyes because everyone's waiting for her, waiting on her hand and foot. And she's their princess and they are the dirt beneath her feet. Broken razors, shattered glass, don't make better friends. Sometimes the only way to let the burn heal is to let go of the hot iron and listen to the world around you, even if, at first, all you hear are screams.