Got initiated into NHS. Apparently the Induction Banquet was suppose to be a formal event with formal dress... oops. Everyone's standing up at the front of the room with our ceremonial candles reciting the New Inductee Code in their sunday/clubbing best, and here're Lauren and I wearing exactly what we did to school today: casual. As much as they made it sound like something completely formal, the "banquet" was really a buffet dinner in the cafeteria. Hn.
Pen and Ink is insane. Especially when I keep spilling the ink all over my fingers.
Went to the photo gallery opening afterwards, but nothing worth sticking around for. So, family made it a quick 20 minute visit and then back home just in time for Buffy.
Hm. Lauren and I are stuck in a state of perpetual apathy. It started last week and has proceeded to persist. Hm.
There was time to kill between the end of school and the start of the Induction Banquet so the family went to Fremont/Neonopolis to kill time. Mainly perusing souvenir shops (every store sold the exact same merchandise) and people watching as we walked up and down the path trying to amuse ourselves.
Need to cut down a ten page paper into three pages... shit.
Test tomorrow? Chemistry? Wha?
I need a bed and a glass of Merlot.
Or a can of gasoline.
Couldn't stand to watch the episode of Real World with the 9/11 tragedy.
I think it's high time I get bitten again.
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