2004-11-07
wires got crossed and i'm short circuited
Lately I have been hiding under the covers after hearing that the Chuckling Simian has been re-elected to office. Flame me if you must, but this country can only get worse in the next four years. And of course the next four years are the years I will be inheriting the country. Thanks Chuckling Simian, I heart you too.
Other than that, school is being school as usual. Math troubles because the teacher is vacant in the brain department, our College Prep teacher must be on drugs of the hallucinogenic type, and my friends have all decided to ditch me for boys.
(We pan to a shot of Ahna sitting alone in her house burning candles and watching Van Helsing for the ninth time even though it wasn't that good the first.)
But I am not that sorry about my lack of a social life. You see, something odd has been happening this year. I have reverse senioritis. Perhaps I should be the case study of this for I am most certain that this disease is a first for anyone in the senior classes. Instead of slacking because I know what university I am attending next fall, I am doing my homework dilligently probably due in part to the fact that I don't know what uni I am going to attend next fall.[please St. Xavier, jump on this opportunity...I promise not to get kicked out my first year]
So my grades are in order, and my teachers are restored in faith about my performance abilities. WOOHOO. Someone scream hallelujah and faint for an effect please. Ok, thanks ma'am, once was surely enough. I see we have a live crowd today. Sorry it has taken an ass's large end amount of time for me to write again.
You will have more hilarious updates once I know what the hell is wrong with me. Being happy and a loser is a deadly combination I can only assume.
This has been your trabajadora y graciosa diarista. Tienen un dia bueno.
Quote of the day:"Goody wouldn't get it if he was handed a large bag marked 'it'."-[The Thin Blue Line]