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Super Top Secret I can officially cross out #128746 (or so) on my list of things to do before I die. For I, friends, have been invited to join a secret society.Rule one of this secret society: Do not talk about the secret society. I've already said too much. But a SENIOR invited me. How super cool. Besides that, though, today was just one of those days. I came close to throwing a school laptop out the window. I came close to throwing Arwen out the window. But I’m sure she would just do a tour jete in the air and land gracefully like a dancer, right? Because, you know, she’s a dancer. In case you didn’t know. That she’s a dancer, I mean. She dances like a dancer in dance class every day and she's a dancer and yeah. See? She’ll do a split for you to prove it, if you like. In the middle of class, even. Just wait, she’s like a geyser, she’ll do one within 7 minutes, I swear. Also today: Brian didn’t wear eyeliner. That’s a bad omen right there. I failed a geography test miserably; crossing my fingers for a 50, here. A stupid redneck in lit used the word “fag” repeatedly to piss us off, and I’m sure you can guess what he asked when we said it offended us. Come on, think hard, you know exactly what he said. ‘Cause if bigotry and slurs bug me, then I’ve gotta be a lezzie. God forbid. Because “that’s just wrong.” I came home and promptly fell asleep. When I woke up two and a half hours later, I laid there for a few minutes why my mom hadn't woken me up to go to school. Then I noticed that the clock said 6:30, and, not noticing the pm, freaked out because it was so light outside. I thought for sure that Mars was coming to get us. Methinks I needed a nap badly. Oh. And I got detention for being approximately 10 seconds late. Lurvely. 2003-08-27 @ 11:54 p.m. |