December 2010
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Sharon Lay.
She woke me early in the morn’. Well, early to my standards.
I get called by an unknown number, what to my wondering ears should I hear when I pick up? But Sharon Lay’s panicked voice. So, I quickly jumped onto the WalnutNHS website to check the address, then I went onto GoogleMaps to get some directions.
I proceed to point her back in the right direction. I find out that she got...
Best feelings ..
One of the best feelings in the world is waking up from a good nap, not too long or short, without feeling guilty.
or
Going downstairs in the morning to see a self-delivered card from a special friend.
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There’s not much difference between a crowd of cheering fans and a crowd...
– Glee
...
As juvenile and slightly not thoughtful as this may be ..
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JUSTIN KANG!
I just noticed.
That sometimes it bothers me that the freshman staffers know more about makeup than I do.
Dear Mr. Collins,
Thanks for giving us such awesome notes and telling us what to expect. Its a lot better than the nervous sweaty feeling Euro gave me before essays.
I’m pretty bad at organizing my notes, but its better than nothing. I hope I’m not asking for too much, but please don’t give me an essay on Lincoln or expansion of Abolitionism.
Thanks,
Christine
German = Hitler
Thomas: whats your 4th o.o?
Thomas: hitler?
Thomas: err
Thomas: german
Me: -____________________________________-
Thomas: LOL SRORYY
Thomas: we're doing WWII
The Holidays...
For the most recent publication of the Hoofprint, I wrote a short opinions piece on what I felt the Holidays meant. I centralized my argument on the idea of spending time with friends and family. And that argument was branched off the idea of gift giving, it IS called the season of giving.
I don’t really know if I was excited about the 2 week break or Christmas in general, but I was in a...
Stupid kids.
Me: Wow! That quote is so good!
Rea: Did he really say that?
Stephany: Did someone tell him to say that?
Mama Chai: I interviewed him. That's what you get when you have a teacher interview those stupid kids.
Everyone: ooooh, daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang.
Me: You get derogatory when you're tired!
So..
Apparently Zac and Vanessa split.
Gossip news.
Sunday afternoon.
Still haven’t made a crack at my weekend homework.
I did manage to buy all the supplies I needed for my winter break science experiment.
I’m just short my 4 test subjects. And volunteers? Female, age 16.
Also, I have been successful in wrapping all 11 gifts.
The verdict upon giving 3 of them? Success.
3/11 happiness, lets shoot for 100%. (As Andrew would put it)
Short of...
Rush.
I get an odd rush of happy feelings whenever I see my history textbooks mention Asians.
Extent.
The extent to which I am irked has reached astounding bounds. Unlucky that irksome events seem to have decided to culminate in my life NOW. I have resorted to cryptic posts to vent.
I feel pathetic.
So I finally figured out how many tests my...
fyeahloganlerman:
I was like Excuse me, say what?
But, then I went through my classes and listed out all the tests.
First, Collins. Now every other class.
I’M GOING TO KILL MYSELF.
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So.... the Pubs room has reached a new level of...
We were trying to figure out where to put the tree and then Mo was like “What the heck is that on the wall?”
And then Rea, Chai and I proceed to go “OMG THATS A LIZARD ON THE WALL”
It was right next to the “You know you want one” sign I had put up. (Someone conveniently changed it to “You know you want some Chai.” But that’s another case)
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hitrecordjoe:
purchase the tiny book of tiny stories
wirrow:
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Girls who wear short shorts and Uggs.
fshody:
ayeeitschloe:
What, were your feet cold and your vagina hot?
SERIOUSLY.
My brother calls them “eski-hos.” Clever.