I am DEAD

Things to do:

Memorize Titus Andronicus. Or, at least, a lot of it. By tomorrow.

COMPLETELY Re-HASH POLICY for the ENTIRE PrairieStar District. FUCK.

Study for AP Chem final. Shit.

Oh, and the re-hashing has to be done soon. VERY soon. I have to call people...

I thought this was the most amazingly funny profile ever...

Somewhere around ounce sixty of his Budweisers, Chet walked over to my desk and started screaming at me. "Thou art gay!" he shrieked. When I pretended to ignore him, he yelled "That's Olde English dumbass! I'm calling you gay! You stupid... C'mere. I'm sorry." Then when I went to give him a hug, he wrestled me to the floor, and started rubbing my face against the rug. "Feel that?" he was screaming, "That's a plus twelve carpet." At that point, Tony returned from getting Thai food, saw what was happening, and knocked Chet out with a big stapler we use for knocking him out. Then we frisked him and took his wallet and the peppermint candy he's always got in every pocket, and went to the movies.

"Midgets are, after all, diversions for silly or quiet times."
-Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle

Things are interesting when all your friends are seemingly bipolar...

I've gotten to know people better this year than I have any other.

I have a more realistic view on life this year than I have had any other.

I have a more idealistic view on life this year than I have had any other.

I have loved, lost, cared, cried, and pushed myself more this year than I have any other.

And I have you to thank for it.

And I have you to hate for it.

But I am above that, so no worries. I'll just finish the year, if that's allright with whoever matters. I'll be better, if that's acceptable.

I'll live more, ok?