Now I just have to get the archives figured out...

Anyway, my day has gone to hell. I've spent five hours of my day coding HTML, CSS, FTP and Dreamweaver...blah. And what's worse is my sister has prom tonight -- wait, why I am I saying that's worse? Maybe, just maybe, I can coerse my mom into taking me to see Attack of the Clones and Spiderman.

Yes. Prom. Sucks. I am going to dedicate my life to being a spinster, thank you. The male race as I know it in the little world of Burlingame are egocentrics with nothing better to do than party and drink. Not my style, thank you very much. I'd prefer a guy that at least likes HP, has a good sense of humor and is tall. That's all. Is it too much to ask?

*Cringes* just realized I was going on again about not going to prom. Frankly I don't care -- I hate getting dressed up, wearing makeup [other than, of course, the black eye-makeup special] and getting my hair shellacked to my forehead [although, I wouldn't mind getting a haircut...]

Off onto a different tangent -- coffee wasn't made strong enough for discussion on prom...

I've been cutting sixth period for the past week *hangs head* I know, I know...it's completely wrong of me to do so, however there hasn't been a class! Dowd took the PAL competitors to SSF to compete for Badminton [I got gyped out of that one -- I had the best record of all the girls and boys singles players and he says I can't go.] And so, we had no class. So...I cut.

Friday Philipopulus tells us that we should have been signing in and doing conditioning with DeRosa for the whole week. 'WHAT?!' I screamed in the lobby -- not one football player didn't turn around. 'WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'SIGNING IN'?' So, needless to say, I am scared of the coming Monday. Please, pray for me.

The Evil Shelacker