*nibble*

[unavoidedcrisis]

I have done a terrible thing. I agreed to be on the call list for the Optimist's Club volunteer list. Now they will call me numerous times a month, asking for my help at the youth dances. Boo-urns. I'm too damn nice.

Kicked ass on History test. [Baroque artistry, I own you.] Made snarky comments. Mr. Malkin made a few right back. Damn that man and his astounding wit. *shakes fist*

But Knitting is back on for tomorrow.

Need to rent: The Gods Must Be Crazy. Appears to be very amusing.

Did you know over 47,ooo students attend York? Yeah. Note how I will most likely NOT be one of those next year.

[This song actually upsets me. I should go listen to ACT II of bare. That always cheers me up. Tee hee.]

Sarah: my cousin spent four minutes and change describing to my aunt the 'freaks' that go to our school. You were one, and Bryn, and Chantal and James May and Bryan. I giggled because I recognized almost all of you guys.

[[Serious, she wore a 'Used' tee-shirt. Don't listen. You looked like a snuggly bed today. Warm and fluffy and bedsheets!]]

Comments

[random-laughter.livejournal.com]

I heart my bedsheet skirt. Not nearly as much as I heart being included in a list of freaks. *giggles*

Chantal? *Raises eyebrow* Really? Why?

Go Ryerson go.

[llamonkey.livejournal.com]

You updated about a million bazillion katrillion billion times in like half a day. Psycho.

AND BARE IS SAD you sadist. Arr.

[entropic-order.livejournal.com]

The Gods Must Be Crazy? Is the best thing ever.