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design | host wear a tie under your shirt, and it's a secret tie. i'm mystified. exams are over. thank goodness. i'm pretty sure i did alright on most of my exams ... except history. i failed the essay part. he told me. "f-" stands for effed in the a. the prompt was vauge. i went totally blank. i am indeed effed in the a where apush is concerned. mr. craig told me not to give up on him. i think my grades would make it evident that i already have. you know that song, summer of '69? i got my first real six string- at the five and dime- played it till my fingers bled- it was the summer of 69... i sort of did that. a piece of my fingernail is sort of not attatched to my finger on my thumb. i did it guitaring. guitaring my brains out, evidently. jd and company have informed me that i will not need to bass it up black sabbath style for them- they crapped out on me. just when i mastered the parts. fine. i won't have to put up with lee and his crap anyway. i'm going to play myself though. casey on bass most likely. jd on drums maybe. i'm not exactly sure what i'll play yet. endless possibilities i'm sure. i'd leave and go play guitar right now but my finger still hurts. damn i want some chocolate. i can't remember if that's a metohpor or not... but i really do want some actual chocolate. i'm going to go read or something and try not to call someone who i'll probably end up calling. and wait for my finger to heal. that's not a uphemism. |