Bored, bored, bored. I'm so glad the spacebar on this computer works. School pcs are so bad. The third time I'm on a pc in this one day. I'm on a roll! Once in the morning, in which I ranted. Once at lunch, in which I checked mail... did I have any? And now, 5th hour, creative writing, 'doing research' on vincent. Mr. P tells us we will be getting credit for research material, so I am now the proud owner (or rather borrower) of two pretty books and a bunch of printed out biographys. Biographies? Damn the English Language, Ms L (spanish teacher) is right, it makes no sense at all. Bored. I also have a print out on how boys dressed in France in the 1890s.. which reminds me I should find something on houses of the period. We are doing a full period piece. In 1000 words, as usual, and I will no doubt have several times that amount, as usual. I didnt get Galahad back yet. *pouts* I know he won't read all of it, because of the longness and all that, but I better get an a. *glares intimidatingly at mr p, who is not in the room.
I must tell the world that I love Vixx. *loves upon her vixx* This morning I was all bad feeling (for no good reason, so dont go getting all concerned on me) and I read some comments she left on my lj and I felt all better, even though she wasn't online at the time. :) *sends glomps and shags to omg hot person that is her fiancee*
That will do, enough
wasting time rambling.