Hey. Um, yeah, the title pretty much expresses my frustration at this point. My school doesn't let us out until the dandy day of June 12th. Mock me and you die. (WAM, this means you!)

I have a new conviction. There are very few on the planet who know how to do playful banter. I was trying to engage in a battle of words and wit with a kid on the bus the other day, and he just want's picking up on it. (Ok, so I realize that I did happen to choose and unfair opponent, but he was all I had.) I just came off sounding mean to him. Really, when I insult him, he's supposed to perrie (sp?) my verbal jab with one of his own, and we are, theorectically, supposed to engage in a heated and quick-thinking argument. Instead, he just pouted. That's no fun!! The art is lost on the intelectually inadaquit.

Unlike my boyfriend's school, which gets out, um,, lets see, THURSDAY, I'm stuck for 15 more days of burning agony. This sucks. Pardon me, this is most unfortunate. (And by unfortunate, I mean this sucks.)

My hands smell like Hershey's chocolate. And I have a humongous Hershy's kiss sitting in my freezer. Must....Resist...*gasp* Curse you WAM!!

Not really much to say now. Except I have a Chemistry test to study for, a bathroom to clean, laundry to do, and an entier upper floor to sweep. Ug. But I think I'll procrastonate and do absolutly nothing for the next two hours. (I learned from the best. *coughcoughWAMcough cough*) I deserve this. I just took two strenuous tests today and I can't even celebrate because I am nowhere NEAR exams. Don't mock me...

Brief note from Mo:
These are Romeo and Juliet Scenes in 10 seconds or less. Here is Act 2 Scene 3:

Romeo: I'm in love with the daughter of Capulet.
Friar: What about Rosoline?
Romeo: Who?
Friar: I"m not going to marry you guys.
Romeo: Please?
Friar: Ok.

--Mo

Those are pretty funny. Has anyone ever been to BookAMinunte.com? It's so funny. Just take my word for it.
Now go there. THIS INSTANT!

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