NOTS

I didn't make NATS. And I saw it coming from a mile away, but it's still upsetting.

I also have four state tests to take in six days because I went to private schools. The whole cramming for exams (ie: Biology and Algebra I) just to get them over with was officially a bad idea. Because now I have to be tested on the information again. And tests are mandatory for graduation. Yay for non accreditation.

For the Sake of my Sanity

My dearest father, 

If you are interested in reading this blog, I highly suggest you to buy me a computer. I sit here blogging as I am quickly engulfed by Japanese cartoon followers. And if I hear one more reference to costumes or eye makeup, I might shoot myself in the foot. (It would be the right foot because that way, I wouldn't be able to drive home)

Reasons to Buy me a Computer

• Keep my sanity
• Save my foot
• See me on the weekends
• Prevent me from absorbing Japanese freak culture
• Help me keep this blog

Pan's Symphony

As I hunker down to watch a nice little movie consisting of mumbleing foreigners, my mother decides to conduct a concert of baning pans, running water, and buzzing dryers. And sometimes all I can do is laugh because I honstly don't remember the last time I enjoyed some peace and quiet. Or atleast some nice alone time.

I just finished a lovely dinner of rice noodles and hummus. The combonation isn't sitting well right now.

Jiggity-Jig

Home again; home again. It's nice I guess.
I miss my Shart School (Copywright SS) chums though. I was planning all day on writing a Feature, however, I left my list at school. I'm so very sorry.

blog blog blog.

Elevator Update

It is impossible to blog in peace without hearing complaints of elevator restrictions. The world might possible come to an end due to the use of stairs. (I apologize if you have asthma.)

867-5309. Call me.

Off blocks sin phone are slightly less exciting. However, I do have a land line. But I cannot call anyone on it due to distance. Shart School really knows how to cut you off from the world.

Take the stairs, you lard.

As of this morning, elevator access has been taken away from all juniors during the school day. And quite frankly, I have very little problem with this. Living on the sixth floor of the dorm not only gives you excellent views of a person's backyard, but it also gives you plenty of reasons to complain apparently. (And that is what everyone is looking for these days, isn't it?) By taking the stairs, I am hoping to have muscular legs and an excellent heart within the next few days. No heart attacks for Primrose, please.

But, for you dang art school children who have never been forced to exercise: suck it up. The stairs are much more beneficial than your moving box full of lard.

Braddie

OmG rEaD tHiS eVeRy DaY.>.> LoLz. !!!~~.