I have earrings. Which say earrings. I love things that state the obvious. Maybe I should make a t-shirt that says "T-Shirt". Or perhaps "Idiot". Either will do, you know. French conversation is OFFICIALLY evil. No, not evil as such. No, yes, evil. Why do they make me do french? I don't do speaking in other languages. Duh. That was my reason for choosing latin. Which, actually, was a stupid idea. More than stupid. Completely and utterly stupid. Uh, it's dead?? Qu'est-ce que le point, eh?
Alright. We have a request. Yes, Thomas, Jo-Jo is stupid. No, Thomas, I don't care. And there is no point in asking me again: I won't go out with you. I'm sorry, it's just a no-go (which, incidently, rhymes with Jo-Jo. Ha, I'm a frickin' genius).
Anywho, the afternoon was spent mad zombie dancing. This is a new sport created by the saner members of the class - haha - and involves lots of uh, mad... zombie... dancing. Which is extra groovy, and not a little bit tiring. It does hurt the hips though.
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