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:: Wednesday, September 08, 2004 ::
I feel sick. Not physically sick, just...sick. Like...I don't know. I could put it into words, but why bother.
I love it when there's so much rain falling and it's falling so fast that you can't see the street in front of you and it's pitch black outside so you decide there is no way in hell you are going to school until the rain stops. Also known as, my morning drive to school.
Jaquana's cell dance will be the highlight of Biology AP. I can't think of anything that could make me smile more than that. God, that sounds AWFUL, but it was so...so...oh God, it was hysterical. As was the discussion with Heidi, Simon, Haley, Robin and Liz on the bus to Spirit Square.
Mrs. O'Neill was enraptured with this flock of birds that was pouring out of this cimney across the street. It was quite funny. Then she asked me who I'd rather have sex with: A sixth grader or a parapalegic. And then between Mr. George and Mr. Hoover. And THEN between Ms. Monaco and Mrs. Childs. And then she informed me that she would be asking me these questions every class.
All these senior superlative sheets just kind of...baffle me. I haven't even given mine a second glance. And then the people who are actually seriously campaigning to win them. Like, with Liz winning Best Car, it's all in good fun. But then you have Natasha Matchum who came up to us at lunch today and announced that she wanted Best Dressed. Why? Does it really matter that much if you get a stupid Senior Superlative? That was my thought. I mean, harmless kidding around, such as with Liz and with Simon wanting Dictator is fine and understandable; if they lose, it won't matter. They aren't going around to different people and asking for their vote. That just kills me.
On the other hand, I am very much looking forward to seeing how the votes were spread out once Rachel and I tally them.
I suppose I should read The Miller's Tale at some point.
Current Mood: Blah Current Music: Thomas Newman - Road To Chicago
:: Nick Wednesday, September 08, 2004 [+] ::