Right. 9/11. That's all I care to mention about it.

Unlike a certain newspaper that delights in misquoting me. Really, they made me sound like some sort of rampant, anti-establishment FOB. Jeezy Chreezy. And whoever wrote the article is definitely in need of some grammar lessoning. There really should be a 'that' before the first quotation mark.

Patty, during teen choir rehearsal, sympathized; she and her band were misquoted and slandered by another cohort of the LVRJ, and a friendly call about their mistake turned into something rather ugly. At least Sarah didn't attack me with her copy of the paper when I got there.

I swear, that's the last of it that you'll hear.

Um... not much else to say about today.

Trigonometry was... mathematical. And far too easy for an honors class. (watch me eat those words with a helping of hummis later)

American Lit. was spent discussing... stuff... and working on our "patriotic" alphabet book. Ech. And Ms. E looks something like 50% of Joan Rivers if she's not careful.

Now... Psychology was an entirely different story. Ms. A was off for a townmeeting, so we had a substitute teacher. Who is tall. Blonde. Scandinavian-descended. Brown-eyed. Slim. Oxford shirted. Aspiring writer. Excellent vocabulary. Does not misuse the word 'like.'

Stop the bus, I wanna get off. The entire period I tried not to look at him for fear that my Id would take over control and I would be forced to... do something rather non-conduct. Yes, the man is a walking, talking muffin.

(By the by, muffin=sex. Spread the gospel. And I want a big muffin now... or at least a house of muffin.)

During lunch: "I know just the thing that will Remy that situation... Erm, remedy. I meant remedy." Classic Freudian slip. Sorry about that, A.

Art was spent on bottles. Stupid bottles. Bottles should die a death of plastic-eating turpentine. Oh, but I got to finish off a See's Candy vanilla lollipop so that was good. Wait... that was yesterday. Oops.

Afterwards was my first APC as president. Yay! Erm, things still had a tendency to get loud and distracting (and apparently clearing my throat for attention comes off as condescending, so I'll have to find alternate means of silencing people) but it was more so an informational meeting than anything else. Next one will be more entertaining, with people getting bruised by bamboo sticks! Yeah!.. right.

And now I have a painting to finish. In under four hours... it's do-able, so I'm not too worried.

Yep, I'll just keep on telling myself that.