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To stag, or not to stag. 'tis the question. The results of the latest quiz I took (thanks Dad), are kind of, well... they aren't disheartening, so are they heartening? Well, they are now. Hee. Dad's an Angel and I'm a Vampire. Well woopie! We fit just fine... yep yep. And in today's news... No maggots! Yay! And... yecch. I don't know what's wrong with my teachers this week. I can't remember the last time I had THIS much homework! What the heck were they thinking!? I mean... I've had like... nothing this week. Isn't that awesome? I thought it was. I mean, I had to read 6 chapters of a book, but pft. Reading! I read a lot anyway. Huh. Neat. The problem du jour is this dance comin' up on...tomorrow. I don't think I'm going. I don't want to go. But I'm oddly compelled. Perhaps I am a masochist. But, I also want to go and take pictures. Because, heh. Michael has sworn to god he's going as Pamela Anderson. (For the record, Michael is indeed a guy. Kind of a, um...well, I don't want to use the word "hot", but, y'know. He's the one that looks like Chris Klein.) And, who doesn't want pictures of their best guy friends in drag? Certainly not me. It'd crack me up. So who knows. Shall I go stag? Or shall I stay home? It's in the air. <-Ghost-> Song: I Will Survive-...Lorne. Episode: The Prom Thinking: Mmm...buttery crackers. |
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