I'm So Screwed Part 3:HA! Not now
written at 10:05 p.m. on 2003-02-26
Nothing major happened today. Did boring stuff in Geometry, went to French and was told that me and Christian should go out, ha! Er..not to be mean or anything but it'd be very very weird, he's my friend. I've got odd classmates in French. N-way, after that had Geo. and we had a sub. Not thankful for this, not at all! She gave us a butt-load of work and then more when Cole/Paul/Josh started talking and of course they did talk cause they're poncy gits who don't care about anything except themselves. English was surpraisingly stable and nothing choas-ish occured. Got shot at by a bottle cap though, I'll let you guess by who. Stole it and have decided to put water in it tomorrow and put it on his head, make him think it's spit(I threantened the spit near the end of Eng.) it should be interesting. I've actually got the first paragraph of my paper written and it's not actually crap, so I'm not that screwed am I? Speaking of which, I should prob. get to work on it right now...the lazy bum inside is protesting but the non-failer is shouting a bit louder so I'll be leaving now. Cheers!

Quote:

"Angel: I want to know who sent you.

Doyle: I’m honestly not sure. They don’t speak to me direct. I get... visions. Which is to say great splitting migraines that come with pictures. A name - - a face. I don’t know who sends them. I just know whoever sends them is more powerful than me or you, and the're just trying to make things right."

~Angel and Doyle in "City Of"

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