Ah High School. The laughter. The tears. The spontaneous French Kisses. I must say that no, the latter is not (and probably never will be for that matter) me. *Sigh* Ain't it grand?
Okay enough of that. Onward! Tweedle Dum is having some sort of emotional seizures and can't decide whether she hates me or loves me. I would settle for the happy median but I don't have a choice. Tweedle Dee is depressed because I got into this one theatre thing and she didn't. Meanwhile there are extra people in my house, I can't figure out how to get comments on this thing and the world needs saving! My schedule is just too full.
Must run out into the freezing cold weather. Tschau.