Is that What You Call a Get Away?

So today I made a fool of myself, as usual.

Firstly, though. Today was picture day. I hold no hope for this year's picture, as usual. I hate it- they like jerk your head around, and mess your carefully attended to hair, and then take it before you've had a chance to think about what's going on. I think they are trained in the art of making really nice pictures look horridly abominal. But, on the other hand, I did get to wear my outfit from bloomingdale's/urban outfitters in new york, so I was v. stylish feeling, and I did get several compliments on le ensamble throughout the day. So I did feel a bit special.

Also, I got a note in homeroom that said that sister mary pat desired to see me after PA's. I was like, shit shit shit. Until we figured out that it must have something to do with PACT, as it was all of us who had to proceed there. Turns out they gave us gift certificates to the bookstore as thanks for working over the summer- mine was for 50 bucks! So, once again, I felt special.

Special ed at lunch, though.

So I walked into the caf at eight (since I have my awesome four mod lunch today) and felt the overwhelming need to jump on a chair in order to serenade the table which I intended to sit at. (Katie, Tricia, Shannon, Lyla, and other various peoples) So my chair was at the end, and I went to jump on it and start singing My Chemical Romance to them, and yeah. My feet flew off the chair and I wiped out on my arse. Way to go, graceful one. The ENTIRE mod 8 population at Mags saw it, and they all openly laughed. Then again, I laughed, too. It was pretty fucking hilarious. I'll admit. I can laugh at my own stupidity. heh. heh.

Anyway, so also tonight we had a soccer potluck. Yeah, way to go mom- let's no show up until after the introductions, so that when my turn comes, I'm all like, "um, so my mom randomly decided not to come then..." yeah. Loser much?

Okay, so now, on to the random thoughts in my head. I had one just for you, today, Megan. Okay, so we'll make a perfume, and call it "Gay". Then, since it is inspired by Dan, we'll call it's full title "Gay by Dan". Then our slogan in all the magazines will be "Have you gotten Gay by Dan?" And when we're really awesome, we'll make a commercial, and it'll be two people talking and one will say, "Do you smell Gay?" and the other will reply, "Yes, do you want to smell Gay, too?" and the other will counter, "Show me Gay."

Rory will be our first test subject.

okay. I think the randomness has passed.

time to work on lit!

yo ho
yo ho
a (still and forever random) pirate's life for
~me