Yeah. Well, the neighbors didn't come home till midnight. (Actually, they didn't come home then. They called me and told me I could just go home.) (I then proceeded to fall asleep, in full makeup and without changing. Sweats are pajamas too.)
I debated putting one up today, but I figured I might as well wait till next week, because the post I have planned is a little lengthy and, well, quite frankly, if I'm gonna post a shiny pretty post about foreign covers, then dangit, it's gonna be on a Friday.
In other news, I'd like to ask When Did High School Become Difficult?
I have always prided myself on not having to study. And then I go ahead and take STUPID COLLEGE COURSES. Why are they STUPID? Because. They are hard. (This is my round about way to saying sorry for being a sucky blogger. I promise, it'll be better. I'm learning how to prepost things. Isn't that ninja?)
So. Continuing . . .
Actually, no, not continuing. I'm going to go be ninja and write posts for this week. There'll be a book review tomorrow.
And for now, I give you a picture of a schnoodle.
Yes. Not only are they freakishly adorable, but the name makes a wonderful curse word.
-schnoodles!- I mean . . . tootles?
More later.
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High school. Hard. AP courses- not fun. Well, unless there are fun people in them.
Read foreign cover article. Mom is overjoyed that I am under 100 pounds.
*ponders first day of school again*
My friends will probably stuff food down my throat. Undoubtably.
Foreign cover article??
...How tall are you, dearling? You are very thin. Just sayin.
I have fun people in most of my classes, at least. :P
Schnoodles is possibly, no, definitely, the cutest dog breed name ever. Ok, they're not a breed, they're hybrids, but who cares. I actually met a really nice Canadian girl in London who had a Schnoodle back home. We talked about how much we missed our puppies. Ehm.
*laughs* 5' exact. 5'2" with the right shoes *give proud smile*
What? I'm still short? *huffs*
Though I can see my ribs again...and thought "Dude, I'm freakin' unhealthy for a total M!" M=magician (my substitue for the gangster talk)
Then I gobbled down pizza at 9 p.m. guiltlessly. And woke up to severe tummy explosions. At 5:10 a.m. For school.
*glares at ASB rally*
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