Thursday, January 09, 2003
at 10:25 AMWhen The Germans Bombed Pearl Harbor
The History Club people need to change the meeting dates to accomodate my schedule. My schedule; I do not care about anyone else's. The meetings just sound too darn exciting to miss.
Ms. Parnell specified for the mock trial of Napoleon Bonaparte that we need to use quotes, but she did not specify what category of quotes; I think it would be most amusing if I just got up and re-enacted the entire courtroom scene from Animal House."I'm pre-law."
-"I thought you were pre-med."
"What's the difference?"
Heh-heh. Good times, good times. Zach and Donna would probably cooperate.
I do not want to go to commencement. I do not want to bother The Father about the money for the cap and gown. If I cut a hole through a garbage bag and spray-paint the bag red, no one will know the difference. Sheesh. Of course, I really want to order the Class of 2003 commemorative lounge pants. Oh, yes.
I ought to be at lunch right now, but I am sitting at the computer in Mr. Powers' room instead. At the beginning of my newspaper class he vanished to "run some errands", i.e., he left campus. I thought about closing the door, but then I didn't even bother. Mr. Powers' room is at the back of the school; the security guards and Mr. Faldyn never come back here, especially during lunch. I should not do this too often anymore, though, because I kind of sort of abandoned the girl I sit with alone at our table, as our other companion (Bryce!) switched out this semester. Traitor bastard.
