'come down now,' they'll say

mood: accomplished
music: simon and garfunkle--the only living boy in new york
CPCetc: that's right, paper. you know you like it.

Seven-hundred and four words, bitch! Am I good or what?

Despite the FOURTEEN FUCKING HOURS OF SCHOOL TODAY, I'm feeling pretty good. Durdle was picking his nose on stage and will be properly chastised tomorrow. I mean, really. It's one thing in the privacy of your own home. It's another when you're on a fecking stage. And everyone can see you. And laugh. Loudly. But he's being publicly humiliated, so I feel a bit better. Does that make me a horrible person? Oh well!

Marion's coming home tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMGWTFPOLARBEARS!!!!!!!!! I'm so happy... *bounces around*

I'm off to bed before I pass out. Night!