I hate my chemistry teacher, 90% of my chemistry class, the way the chemistry classroom smells, and chemistry experiment days. I do, however, LOVE spending the entire class period in front of Old Crush when her bra strap is poking out. Happy fantasy land!
Who remembers my super happy-fun-time drug test adventure? Well, uh, they came back for me since I couldn't do it the first time. Come the hell on! Do I really look like a druggie? Well, only those of you who have me as a facebook friend can answer that, but seriously! I did manage to, uh, accomplish my mission this time, so maybe they'll leave me alone for a while! I hope after this year, they realize that this method isn't so good.
Anyway, I had a conversation at lunch today that I think you guys would appreciate:
Friend: I have like, favorite subjects to daydream about. Does that make me weird?
Me: No, I do too.
Irritating Girl: Me too!
Friend: What's yours?
Irritating Girl: HOT GUYS!
Me: Uh... Well, it varies, really.
Friend: I know what it is.
Me: Really, now?
Friend: Yours is most definitely FRENCH CLASS GIRL~!
I guess this happened because she saw me talking to FCG in the hall today. FCG wanted to know how I liked being 16. It doesn't really feel any different than being 15; it just sounds better. It has an "X" in it, and "X" is such an underused letter.
I am totally going to bomb my algebra test tomorrow. Hahaha... I just don't feel motivated.