I officially now have three fruits with faces in my freezer. And that was three F's in one sentence. I feel made of win right now.
So the only way I could figure out how to celebrate James Doohan's birthday today was to speak in a Scottish accent for as long as I could. I'm still doing it, and it's gotten to the point where I'm actually thinking in an accent. So I think it's working. There's Scottish in my brain. Permanently. But I don't mind, of course.
i think I should've done some laundry today, but I was out with Ginmelia for a little while after school and I JUST came home, so now I don't really have time to do it because for some reason, it just makes me feel weird when my mom's home and I'm doing laundry at the same time. I probably wouldn't care as much if we had a basement and my washer/dryer was down there like in my dad's so maybe my dirty clothes could have privacy...but NO. They HAVE to be in the kitchen. Because that's how Audubon Park is like. Le sigh.
Oh my, I don't think I have any straight-up black pants. i hope my really dark blue sweatpants are okay because they're the darkest pants I have over my mom's house. Actually, I had a few thoughts of quitting stage crew, but I decided to stick with my pride and not give up. If I screw up, I'll get kicked off and at least I'll have survived one show. And so what if I leave? No cast party? Whatever, I don't feel like staying up until 2 in the morning, really. I'd rather chill with Ginny at Cabana's or something. Really.
Okay, I'm gonna stop whining about stage crew so much. It's not nice. I joined for a reason, and that reason was not to complain about how much it sucks. But do you know what doesn't suck? Triscuits. In fact, they are quite the contrary of suck. They are so un-suck that they are...they're just un-suck.
I wish clementines were in season right now. I would NOT mind nommin' on one of those delicious beauties at this very moment. Or this one. Or this one. Or maybe even by the time you're reading this. Because clementines are made of much win.
I wonder if I have any provolone cheese. That would go so great with these Triscuits. Oh...alas, I do not. All I have is mozzarella in cheese form. I mean...stick form. Wow, that was really dumb sounding. My speech is gradually getting worse and worse, and now it's spreading to my thoughts and typed words. Wow, self. Get to a doctor quick. A speech doctor or something, if there's even such thing.
Maybe that's one positive thing on why I'm quitting French. If I'm slowly losing my ability to speak English, how in the WORLD will I progress in speaking French? I mean, really now. Come on. Actually, I was thinking today about how Madame Parker ALWAYS whines about us (as in Leia and I) being all annoying and loud. Well, if we're OH SO loud and annoying, then why did you put us in the same class? Hmmm? Sil-- I mean, farcical old ninny.
Actually, it's almost been one full year since I haven't said the "S" word. G-Froo and I are very proud of ourselves.
One final note. For some reason, I'm kind of excited NOT to go to Baltimore. School trips just seem so lame to me nowadays. I might not even go to Disney World on the senior trip. I'll just get a vacation pass like Kyle Banecker did and chill in Aubudon for a week, maybe go visit people in different towns. REBEL AGAINST THE FORCE, MAAAAAAAN. >D
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