So, let's route out my day, because I am a boring loser like that, and don't do much inner-most thought posting, so we'll just bore the (few) readers with the monotnus details of my day...

Well, I only had threeish classes. In American Lit, I amused yet scared Carmony, cuz I'm like that, and I kept flapping my arms and calling myself an extinct bird. Like I got through the entire year w/o her noticing me, and then today (well, it was more like monday), she finally identifies me as a student of hers. Britnay has the same problem. And we were hiding so well in our corner...

Chem sucked, Algebra quiz, then gym class, which was a waste of time...

Then the women's conference. It was kinda interesting- even though Dever and I agree that women's literacy around the world has reached a dead end. But still, I enjoyed bashing Sarah Dorenkott's implementation plan, which was basically "educate your women or we will nuke you". Needless to say, it didn't have a positive responce... Maggie Antonelli's was passed...even though I'm not a fan of hers, I have to admit it was probably the best of the three plans. Whatever. I only got to say one thing, and I was dressed oddly, with my chem goggles (which are all pretty-fied) on since I was Maria Goeppert Mayer, some nobel-prize winning physisist. I forgot my science olympiad medal though. Hahahaha.....bummer......

I spent me afternoon at Mitchells with Elizabeth, and then she came over, and I burnt a total of 10 Cds- 7 for her, 3 for me. All my CDs kinda suck, though, I've decided. After mentioning this point to Danny he said he'd make me a copy of the CD he's making for Elizabeth that doesn't suck. New music. Yay!

So, anyway, while at my house, Elizabeth found my toxicity box. Well, that's not really it's purpose, but it just happens to have sharpies, rubber cement and white out all kept together. (Its an art box, okay? I use the sharpies [I have 12 colours!!!!] for colouring CDs) anyway, she was sniffing the cement stuff. It creeped me out. And since I knoe you read this, I might as well just say it- it was really weird, and really scary, and you better not become an inhalant addict, cuz there's no way I will ever talk to you again if you do. You listened to Polzie.....yeah. Right. Queerdo.

People who get high confuse me. Almost (but not quite) as much as people who get drunk.

Um, so yeah. I'm planning on Friday to attend the One Act Plays with Caitlin. Looking forward to that. Saturday, who knoes?

YES~! American Idol is over! I may go in peace, to sleep!

yo ho
yo ho
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~me