Feeds:Friday
- Conveying: Sullenness
- Now Playing: "Hammer of God" - Mortification
- The Saying: "I need to get an inflatable Jesus." -Johnny K., 10/15
- Displaying: Youthtopia - a webcomic
- When Praying: Thanks that I passed my midterms; Amanda; My dad - he's ill
- Betraying: Amanda
School is.... well, pretty good. I'm kind of depressed raight now (well, I guess more sullen than depressed). It's just not cool to see most of my friends getting plastered, and the whole floor smells like beer, so I've been hanging out in the lab for over an hour and a half now, reading webcomics and ignoring my CS homework. I can afford to do that, since it's not due until Monday and I'm a good chunk done, so LEAVE OUT THE GUILT TRIP.
My Dad couldn't come up for Parents' Weekend because he quite foolishly bought some pre-packaged egg salad from a gas station, and we all know knows what that means. So he just turned around and went to be food-poisoned at home. It's knid of for the best; there wasn't any place for him to sleep here, anyway. I wanted my tuxedo shoes, though.
I spent a lot of time with Anna today. I helped her patch her pants, and we read poetry and talked. I ate dessert with her at BJ, and we walked over to IV together. After IV, we went to Lindsey Lester's and played Mafia.
I think she knows I like her.
I wonder if she'd like to go to the Fall Formal. Shoot, I wonder if I'm going to the fall formal. I don't after all, have any tuxedo shoes....
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