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halloween: me, jen and others crashed at kate's house, and went trickortreating..in slut costumes. got hit on by creepy old and middle aged men, but also got hit on by a very sexy british german boy. X3 we should have got his picture!! if you want to see me in all my miss muffet glory, check out my facebook and find somebody's album.
oh, and we prank called miss novelli at like 1am. "the fancy glass ones?" priceless.
the morning after: slept my way through school. can't believe we actually went. but we did, and survived.
friday: "abolish the n-word" ap english conference day. meaning, no scuola. which is great, but also awkward when your class is the only group of white people being preached to about the importance of black empowerment and the everlooming oppression of white nationalism. an eight year old girl, who is a brilliant poet, doesn't like white people. spectacular. i get home, my mother lets it slip that my grandfather has cancer. nice way to start my weekend, mom. especially my SAT weekend. joy. (she said it wasn't extremely serious though, because they caught it early, but they had to remove part of his liver. and now he's in super light chemo.)
today: kill me please, was the thought this morning. i took the SAT and bombed probably. who has the stamina to last through a 4 hour-you-only-get-12-minutes-to-rest-test? i know that i couldn't. my attention span is hardly four minutes, let alone four fucking hours.
and now, jeremy has to come over some time during the week. argh. i hate that he's booked on sunday. makes my life so much easier on sundays. (gives me an excuse not to go to church.)
and i still have so many things that i have to do, that i don't know how to do, because sister mister is the most outrageous excuse for a human being.
PS: i love keane.
foodtime.
oh, and we prank called miss novelli at like 1am. "the fancy glass ones?" priceless.
the morning after: slept my way through school. can't believe we actually went. but we did, and survived.
friday: "abolish the n-word" ap english conference day. meaning, no scuola. which is great, but also awkward when your class is the only group of white people being preached to about the importance of black empowerment and the everlooming oppression of white nationalism. an eight year old girl, who is a brilliant poet, doesn't like white people. spectacular. i get home, my mother lets it slip that my grandfather has cancer. nice way to start my weekend, mom. especially my SAT weekend. joy. (she said it wasn't extremely serious though, because they caught it early, but they had to remove part of his liver. and now he's in super light chemo.)
today: kill me please, was the thought this morning. i took the SAT and bombed probably. who has the stamina to last through a 4 hour-you-only-get-12-minutes-to-rest-test? i know that i couldn't. my attention span is hardly four minutes, let alone four fucking hours.
and now, jeremy has to come over some time during the week. argh. i hate that he's booked on sunday. makes my life so much easier on sundays. (gives me an excuse not to go to church.)
and i still have so many things that i have to do, that i don't know how to do, because sister mister is the most outrageous excuse for a human being.
PS: i love keane.
foodtime.