Roll it up, take a hit.

Lethargy at its best. Whatevs. Fast forward to significant bits : Convinced the lad who friended me on Facebook is the 7-E guy who flashes (not so) pearly whites everytime whilst i glance downwards at the counter. Think dodgy Ted Bundy-esque features. I kid. Fucken compulsary name tags. Uhh i'd be defying ludicrous sets of rules by now if it werent for major life altering exam. Heck i even traded my beaded sling messenger ,( completely fucking school-appropriate) for dad's medieval post highschool period ragged black leather bagpack (Which i've grown to love really) because that type of bag "wasnt allowed" *insert scoffs here* On the plus side.. found myself somehow catapulted to relevency in class based on alleged self manufactured aptitude for literature,compositions and the like. Indebted to Mr S who prevailed in acknowledging impromptu endeavors at excelling and even cited it being "innate". Ha. Where do i fit the signature contrived snicker in this picture? Also, Brownie(yes the cat) is preggo. And yes the cat's love life has been gettin' more action as opposed to mine which demonstrates mic'd stridulations.