Went to Tim Hortons with my brothas (consequently arrived at school too late to go to English...): instant gratification.
Got lots of little things done during art class including handing in stuff; signing up for stuff; bumping into people and talking to them about stuff; discussing deviance with Dr. Epp; receiving, losing and then retrieving a balloon; calling my mom; starting to make a doozy of a crossword; discovering a secret hallway; etc.
Currently in History with the recieved/lost/retrieved balloon tied to the seat next to me,
and soon
Mother is picking me up from school so that I may go to a clinic where they will extract from me a vile of blood to examine.
Hooray for days full of amusing/enlightening/unusual things.
-CH
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I must admit, the retrieving of the balloon was not nearly as dramatic as expected. Such a build up for such an easy rescue mission.
A vile of blood?
That sounds vial!
(...but does she get my point?)
eheh.
haha!
Lawren, you're wonderful.
alright alright, i GOT IT.
i tell ya... ever since i decided not to be an english major, my grammar has been slipping...
Wow. Thanks! I don't think I've ever been called that before.
These verifications are extremely amusing lately...
'Phtsupp' with you?
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