Yeeeee!!! I... love my life I love my life I love my life I love my life I love my life!! ...Well, er, school that is. My home life is rather less than, ah, desirable. But I spend 7 AM to 6 PM at Breck/on route to school so I s'pose that doesn't matter much.
GAH! You know what occurred to me the other day or so? WHAT IF THERE WERE NO NEW PEOPLE THIS YEAR?! I mean, mon dieu, I would... I would probably have killed myself by now! Haha. That sounds rather funny in retrospect. No, I don't have some bizarre fetish for novelty or anything, it just so happens that all my very good friends are new this year... excepting Georgia. I mean it's actually a little startling... Anna, Bridget, Taylor, Yvonne.... Grascious. I mean yes, I'm still besties with the old gang more or less, but the people who make my life HAPPYYYY!!! are, well, mostly new. Sigh. I am overwhelmed with fondness for those dears. Tear, tear.
Anyway... in other news, I simply must share a little tidbit- I actually managed to finish the entire stack of Ars Nova poetry last night!!! Gasp!!! An accomplishment indeed, I assure you. If you happen to be unfamiliar with the dark endless abyss of misery that is the Ars Nova file box, let me tell you- it is HELL. Right now we have about three hundred poems that are so horrendous they should never have seen the light of day... but we're not allowed to throw them away until the majority of the club reads them and adds their much-valued "no". So- I took it upon myself wednesday last that I would finish the god-be-damned stack whatever the cost. And... I did!!!It took about six hours. And... I didn't get any of my homework done! But that is such a small cost I'm willing to bear it.
And... I'm still in love with a tall blue-eyed young man. Who thinks my name is Jan. Well he doesn't actually but he might as well... Sigh. Oh senior boys. They exist only to torture freshman girls, eh?
Well, off I go. I think I'll skip to lunch. I really am ecstatically happy. Grilled Cheese!!!
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Ah, yes, the senior boys. Not even torture like infatuation torture. Sometimes just bugging torture. They should go away. Pleh.
ReplyDeleteAh, crazy mad props on the Ars Nova box.
ReplyDeleteIf I may partake in a little bit of punnery, I would call it the ARSE Nova box. Of course I'm sure you thought of that.