Thank God It's Over!

It's too hard to maintain both a blogger and a xanga. One of them has got to go, I just don't know which one(probably this one. You guys are probably better off looking here instead-click). Xanga is over two years old now. As soon as day 1000 hits, I'm getting a new one.

Wow, I wrote out everything and now its gone. I'm now going to attempt rewrite the entire fucking thing. It went a little something like this:

Let's start with yesterday shall we? I had all of my tests yesterday; four different tests and one art project to do. I had a Physics, APUSH, Comedy, and Pre-Cal. After my last test I could have shouted "Fuck Yeah! Screw You Teach!" but because I'm a goody-goody, I didn't do that.

Today was not as great as other Winterfaires. I woke up at the crack of 8:40. It was during my routine morning clean up, my left contact was ripped in half. I can't imagine how that happened, considering that they're hard lens contacts. So I was forced to wear glasses and took the conveniently timed bus to school. At school, I signed in for my classes in random order, got some food, tried to save my failure of a painting, found out my Pre-Calc test grade (93), saw the best college kid in the world aka Iljin, witnessed Ms. Wold and the rest of the Social Science Dept "dance", and turned in my S&S app. Pray to God I get in. From the hours of 2:00 to appx. 6:45, I hung out with by far the best seniors I have had the pleasure of meeting: mike kim, chase cho, chris young, and tom...something. I now realize that I've been deprived. Give me some Guns 'n Roses! Afterwards, I went to my Court of Honor where everything went wrong. There I learned that many of my friends have done the deed and one is openly gay.

Reflection Time! Because I know you wonderful, thoughtful people love this kind of crap. All I've got to say is that I don't want to pay for the same contact again. That would just suck balls. Also, I found out quite a bit at the Court of Honor. I'm the only one who takes scouting seriously, making me feel like a fag. Also that I need to talk to my friends more. They are awesome people despite the picture I've help you paint of them.