I was a bit disappointed that today I didn't do much for my whole April Fools stint. Didn't really think things through for today, I guess. The full extent of my trickery was feigning the need to get in a threesome with Stan and Flavey. That didn't come off very well though.
I wanted to do more stupid flirting... but oh well.
No, I will not do so during confirmation class. Plenty of close-minded jocks in my class just aching to pound on any fag they find. So, I wisely keep my mouth shut 'bout that. Even if I wear my black nail polish to it every monday.
So... tired. Need sleep. No mana. Hungry.
Oh, and found out that my friends are all bored high schoolers. The italian sub I bought for lunch, which I didn't eat because at the time I wasn't hungry, is still safely in it's plastic encasing. We named it George. And we're keeping it till senior year. Honey gets to have it tomorrow. Eep.
I'd go and eat or sleep... but there's nothing appealing in the house at this moment. Well, there are a lot of appealing things. Damned diets. -_-;;
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