Okay, second time typing this out because my computer decided to be daft just as I was finishing the entry. Thank you, you useless piece of shite.

Anyways... today was the first day of finals; third and seventh period finals to be precise.

Japanese was as uneventful as usual save the viewing of an... interesting... video by Will and company. Afterwards Bernau-sensei tried to get the class to play this game, but we ran out of time and even then the rules were quite vague. I took the period to study for my Photo final...

... which I blasted out of the water. Easily done except for five or so questions, and a rather large portion of the true/false section. Oh well. Before the period started Lauren dragged me around trying to find Clayton so she could say goodbye/jump him into a corner. After finishing my test I "helped" clean the darkroom, except that the place had already been previously cleaned so there wasn't much to do. Off to the computer lab I went to show Lauren the infinitely scary Sean Biggerstaff fanpages, surf around the web, etc. etc. At some point I tried doing some Mavis Beacon typing, but then the bell rang and I was getting annoyed with all the unusual sentences. Blech.

Math was spent reviewing (again) so I was drawing/sketching all over my notes. Forced Mikey to sign my yearbook since he hadn't the last time I gave it to him to sign (even kept it until the bell rang). During lunch we just happened to sit next to his table, so half of the females at my table were constantly flustered. Marcy and I sang showtune after showtune for the hell of it, and Claire joined in occasionally.

The Art final isn't until tomorrow, so we had a studio day today. I got so bored that I cleaned the sink for Ms. Treat. Funny thing is, I never realized that the countertop was black. It's scary that those sinks were once used in a cooking class back when LVA was still LVHS. So, cleaned for 1.5 hours/until my legs gave out. Then went to Vee's side of the room and read National Geographics for the rest of the period. Found a nifty article on Ireland.

Speaking of which, boys from Scottland and Ireland (and occasionally Essex) are the choice for the moment. Saw Oliver's Twist today, and I plan to record it when it comes on again. Several reasons: it's Jamie Oliver for chrissakes, the street magician is cute, vegitarian cuisine starring various mushrooms (recipes!), and everyone sporting Sum-41-esque hair-doos. Hehehe.

Eh, time to sleep. Or listen to Crambo until I pass out from exhaustion. Whichever comes first.