Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Pandora box

Ben came over yesterday and told me he got a prom date. Are you serious? Already? Shoot me please. I need a date before March 20. Pronto. So I could get a dress. And new shoes. Please and thank you.

Or just pour me with them metals. (Sorry hardboiled slang came out)

I'm gonna lose 200 points for not doing the state of union speech summary. Ms. Phillips is gonna kill me. But it's so hard. Like, I have no idea what Obama is talking about. But he sound really convincing though. Anyway, I have to do it tonight.

But then I have that basketball game tonight in Arlee. I know how basketball works now! It's so cool :D But I've spent way too much time going to these games. And way too little time on my homework.

Cooking quiz tomorrow. We have to know all this French cooking terms like roux or mirepoix or something.

Marilyn's vocal student is playing 9 Crimes on the piano. klmj

So there's this person. Umm yeah....... Imma do English before Marchant sends me back to Malaysia. Bloody homeworks.

Fizi just called and said "Hi, Sara. Josh here." Out of all names Fizi, out of all names.


(shoots herself)

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