oh yeah

and hayley needed her book back so i'm devoid of a reading source. i'll hopefully work this back up when i'm in new york fucking city for three weeks.

all of my journals for this week, so

monday: went to dance since someone's bitch ass was not there and bonded with some freshmen losers.

100 for doing my leader-ish thingaling and making sure no one got...hurt. unless they were dancing in which case it definitely was not my problem.

tuesday: 100 for preparing the talent show. and helping brian not explode.

wednesday: 100 for more preparation for the talent show, SEAN LEWIS and some crazy chick, and no cake??! cannot express how upset i was.

thursday: TALENT SHOW, 100.

One blog for many a day.

I don't remember what days I did blogs for if I did at all, so woo

Today: I deserve a 100 for...what? Being elected NTHS President, fully comprehending what was being taught, doing a kickass SOC, doing Brian's rehearsal report, and showing up your acting majors.

I didn't do any reading today, because I did a shitload of writing. Not online, of course. They'll be shown to you Monday, please don't kill.

10/14: 100 for doing some pretty insane Meisner and for falling asleep at 5:30 after going to NYC, I love you.

10/12: 100 for being an awesome student and going around with Casey doing Cipp's bitch work and having a kickass meeting with Bicsko.

I'm fucking pathetic when it comes to these, have mercy on me. For serious.

fuckfuckfukcfuck

i've done these sorts of rants for literally years.

it's not happening now, it will not change a thing.

good bye.

my brain is on fire (and please do not put a c on my progress report. please)

100 for beinga nice senior and going around doing shit for cip, getting my SAT waiver, and being an all-around good kid. because i am a good kid and i help you a lot. OH, and i have paying jobs with my principal. plus, i found a few good metaphors for my essays which are undeniably seksy. aaaaaand i'm pretty amazing. did i tell you that you looked really hot today, leakage and all?

so i started reading the african play, and i'll be completely frank; i had absolutely no fucking clue as to what they were talking about. completely, 100% no clue what was going on. i know there was a leader. i know there was a bird. beyond that, i'm completely lost. i'll give it another read on the train tomorrow, promisszzzzsz. for real, though

and i do not have to take the psats tomorrow. because i have already taken the sats. twice.

bitch.

yeeyuh for not getting a c. because if you give me a c on the progress report i'm cutting your fucking balls off, no jokes. not cool.