A very fun day involving a debate between Tories and Radicals (hint: I get to drink tea while the other side is debating), me supposedly being a "hero" to someone else--just as assuredly shocked as you are--Auki's lunchtime storytelling, evil former-dean-turned-assistant-principal while retaining-her-sadistic-tendencies and the Imperial March a la Star Wars, a questionable chicken pesto foccacia lunch, PA with a small amount of people showing up (and April displaying her talent for holding a crowd ::cough::), interesting conversations with Karen and her dad in the car ride home (where vegetable homicide, colleges, the uses of parsley, and french fries were discussed), and me falling asleep mid-Ragnarok only to wake up in the aftermath.
Yes, keeping this on the slightly succinct side because I have an essay to write/type for my English class. Damn you Hemingway, that story should have stayed as just an old man and a fish!
A very naughty/procrastinating boy am I, am I?
I am.
... And I saw the light, and that the light was good. So I changed the lightbulb into one of those nice red party light ones. And I saw that this light, and that this light was infinitely better than the last.
And on the seventh hour I blogg-ed.
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