It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
Yeah, I have no idea about the rest of that song. None whatsoever. I don't really even know the tune, except for the tune of the chourus. That's kinda odd, ain't it. Anyway, Emily has kindly forgiven me, whether or not I deserve it. But I do, I guess, 'cause it wasn't my fault, really, but I still feel really really bad. Alas. Woe is me. Mainly because I really really really really don't want to do my history outline. I did my science, I did my LA, I did my spanish and calculus, but I would do it all over again as long as I didn't have to do my history. I don't know why I am repelled like this. It's quite interesting. Not really, actually.
Angie and I went on a tandem bike ride yesterday, and spoke in English accents for the majority of it. It's much more entertaining to have a normal conversation in British accents then just to have a conversation. I really really really don't want to do my history. I think my mom will have my head on a post if I don't, though. BAH! that's what I say. Morgan's school did Grease as their play. That would be a good play to do, I think. Boulder High did Fame umm, 4-5 years ago. When I was in 6th grade. Yeah, that would be 5 years. wow. That doesn't seem like that long ago. Huh. Guess what! Nadar's running again. I like Nadar, except he's going to take votes away from the desperately-needing-votes Democrats. That's a bummer, if you ask me. Here's a interesting site World Mood It's impressive how many people were happy on Valentine's day, ain't it?
