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Puppets, Angel, Sex! Oh my! So as the decline in views alerts me, I need to update. I apologize on behalf of, um, myself, for not being here as often the past few days, but... I had issues. Issues involving Biology and a six minute long speech I still do have to write. And math. But anyway, the Biology problem is solved. I got to school, freaking out about how I had to have failed that last ESSAY TEST, and that I would again fail this ESSAY TEST, but... as Richard and I made our way into Biology... Dude. We aced it. And I mean aced it. 100's all around. Suh- with a little bit o'-weet. And then we took our chapter test today, and... dude. The Asian Kid and Me? Only folks who got a 100. Why, oh why, do I ever worry about these things? Oh. Because if I don't, then I will fail. But hee! AND we got to use our notes on the 10-page Essay Test of Doom. I am so happy. I have a 96 in Biology. Ninety-freaking-six. I realize I talk too much about school, but hey, I don't have another life. I don't have a workplace, I don't have a lot of friends I can really talk about, and I don't have many hijinks. But this is what causes my emotional ups and downs. Dorky or no, it's my life. Yaaaay. Actually, there were hijinks today. We've been watching dirty videos in Biology, because, y'know, Scientists are dirty old perverts, and all they think about is sex, with really big words. There could be a joke about overcompensation, but... I'm not feeling that dirty today. So sorry. Anyway, yeah, it was all about...y'know...those organs, but it was with this narration... done by a girl, when it was the girl's, and a guy with the guy's, yeah, but...they talked in first person. And the guy? Hi-lar-ious. He started (seriously) with, "To make a product, you need to have the right equipment!" Insert Rich and I giggling, along with the rest of the class. After going into detail about his... man parts, the piece they had zoomed in on went back to it's regular place, as he said, "I'll just put that testicle back in a safe place." I kid you not. And his sperm danced. Seriously. And when they showed us the fun fun fertilization, the sperm that got through? Giggled. It freaking giggled. Our class was in a humorous uproar. It was fantastic. I had to take a late grade on my Speech today, but it's the last one I'm going to have to do, and I'm pulling off a 99 in the class, so if I ace his test again, I should be a-okay. I hope. I love the teacher, so I hope he doesn't have to fail me. 'cause then I'd be upset. It'd be my fault though, I s'pose. So there is your entry. Oh! And Puppet!Angel is the coolest/funniest little thing. I want one. Reeeally bad. Forget the Petion To Get An Angel Season 6, I'm starting a petition to make someone start selling Puppet!Angels. I tell ya, they'd sell like hotcakes. Whatever that means. <-Ghost-> |
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