do you know how you might have a reeeaaalllyyy ugly pair of pants, but they're so comfy you wear them anyway and say 'fashion be DAMNED!' as you raise your fist to the inspirational sunset like Scarlet O'Hara in Gone with the Wind?
such is my life today.
ah, my life today.
what is this, you ask?
you want to hear about my day?
why color me maroon and put a polka dotted dress on me! i guess i'll tell, then.
now i'm clearing my throat impressively.
ahem.
i woke up to the honk of my alarm and gallavanted to school wearing my aformentioned ugly yet beautiful-on-the-inside pants. andy is cheating on her boyfriend, you know! I KNOW! it was terrible, and I cried and pleaded with her in the rain to stop, stop, because you've been together for a year and you LOVE HIM but NO! she said!
AND THAT'S WHERE SHE WENT THIS MORNING.
so i tramped around, feeling rather like a storybook hero, determined to do SOMETHING, for she is my best friend, and i WILL NOT let her ruin her realtionship! I looked kind of goth today too, so I felt fairly badass.
glowering and lurking around in dark corners where she might be hiding with the perpatrator, i eventually gave up my quest and, deflated, walked back towards the main hallway where i saw mels and tina staring at something posted on the bulletin board.
i dragged them upstairs where, after poking at melissa's breakfast that was oddly shaped, i seized tina and heaved her into the hall. 'andy's cheating on her boyfriend.' i blurted.
'i know'. she answered cooly. i gasped.
'how?'
'i knew something was up when she skipped english.'
damn her and her all-knowing-ness.
oh well. journalism = blah, enviro....sub sub sub. which was boring. math, weird calculator thing and he DIDN'T HAVE MUFFINS! i was sad. a.p. american, she still hasn't collected anything that i worked so hard on and i cry, english = new mean sub lady, spanish bites.
i got home threw myself up the couch and died.
THE END!
