Got to see my art teachers in a new light today afterschool: they're MATCHMAKERS. And not the suave, slyly working their influence on other people type of matchmakers. More like calling moms on the phone and saying "Hey, I have a special secret to tell you! So and so thinks your son's HAWT." Gotta love 'em.
Those damned dress code skits are finally OVER! ::dies::
Now to work on all that backlogged homework... shite.
Oh, but I have been having odd dreams lately. It reached a sort of zenith two nights ago when I dreamed that I was looking through this photo album of little children, and at some point the happy, smiling littluns started showing up dead in the pictures. At that point I was racing through the album trying to "save" the dead children by chasing this... thing... through the photos.
Odd.
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