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Last week of school. I cannot tell you how happy this makes me; although I seem to be doing quite well in all five of my classes, any more of this and I would have IMPLODED from the stress. And I miss you, friendslist!
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glockgal insisted that we start listening to Christmas music in the car the very day after American Thanksgiving. Which means the *nsync Xmas album, which is always demented fun. This is what I imagine their feelings about the album were:
JOEY: Sweet! Now that you can actually *hear* me on some of these songs, people will believe I'm in the group!!...why is my life so sad!??!
JUSTIN: Singing through my nose will prove the depths of my emotion!
LANCE: Why are you all so cruel to me?!?
CHRIS: Someday, I will look back on all this and smile. Someday, dear god.
JC: I believe that the best way to show the true spirit of Christmas is to hear a skinny white boy's best Mahalia Jackson. More eggnog, please! And lots of rum! In fact, FORGET THE EGGNOG!!
. This is the kind of thing you can expect from a government whose current Minister of Foreign Affairs is a Frenchified Harry Potter villain. And to top it all off, Paul Martin has let down his BFF Bono! Maybe they'll do like me and my BFF did in high school and write long melodramatic letters to each other that they surreptitiously drop off through the mail slots at each others' houses. Only when my BFF did that, the front door happened to be open at the time, so I sat on my sofa and watched bemused through the screen as she deposited the letter and then stomped off. ahahha!
. also: BWHAHAHAHAH!! Oh, Supernatural. I am rapidly becoming obsessed with you, due majorly to the fact that from what I've noticed, you really do your research about magic and ghosties and whatnot. Hee!
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glockgal insisted that we start listening to Christmas music in the car the very day after American Thanksgiving. Which means the *nsync Xmas album, which is always demented fun. This is what I imagine their feelings about the album were:JOEY: Sweet! Now that you can actually *hear* me on some of these songs, people will believe I'm in the group!!...why is my life so sad!??!
JUSTIN: Singing through my nose will prove the depths of my emotion!
LANCE: Why are you all so cruel to me?!?
CHRIS: Someday, I will look back on all this and smile. Someday, dear god.
JC: I believe that the best way to show the true spirit of Christmas is to hear a skinny white boy's best Mahalia Jackson. More eggnog, please! And lots of rum! In fact, FORGET THE EGGNOG!!
. This is the kind of thing you can expect from a government whose current Minister of Foreign Affairs is a Frenchified Harry Potter villain. And to top it all off, Paul Martin has let down his BFF Bono! Maybe they'll do like me and my BFF did in high school and write long melodramatic letters to each other that they surreptitiously drop off through the mail slots at each others' houses. Only when my BFF did that, the front door happened to be open at the time, so I sat on my sofa and watched bemused through the screen as she deposited the letter and then stomped off. ahahha!
. also: BWHAHAHAHAH!! Oh, Supernatural. I am rapidly becoming obsessed with you, due majorly to the fact that from what I've noticed, you really do your research about magic and ghosties and whatnot. Hee!
