2005-03-16
and you think sambo has mad cows disease?
So it's final. Well, almost.
I am packing my bags and moving to Algeria. No lie. If this stress and strain doesn't pop that ever expanding blood clot in my head and kill me, surely living in a place like Algeria will.
Today I worked on Consumer Economics all night with Tent-Boy. We actually made the radio commercial for my business as Francois Mitterand and Margaret Thatcher stuck on a submarine looking for clothing. You would have no idea, would you? No. I did not think so either. But then again there are not many people in our school, strike that our universe who know who Margaret Thatcher is. Frightening, isn't it? Of course you'd say no, you live in the dark corners of wherever.
So, since that is pretty much pickled I can move onto College Prep papers, Spanish journals, and quarter projects. All due Monday. Isn't it a joy? No, it's a complete farking rapture. I will sing about it in four part harmony now.[you're not actually going to hear. only Miss Linguist will and she's sleeping...I hope]
Peas and S.S.-They wouldn't let Sambo donate blood today because she was born in foreign country and lived there long enough to contract Mad Cow Disease. Of course, she's also lived long enough to die of it too. Moronic blood centers. This is why they don't get enough pints. They turn away people at the slightest health problem. Cowards.
Quote of the day:"It's a make-your-own-clothing store you French moron."-[Commercial blurb]--yes. we're random.
French phrase de jour:Je vai me coucher.(zhuh vay m(uh) koo-sheh)I'm going to bed.--i farking wish doll.