Here's to another long hard day of blehdom. Me and Fluff decided what we're doing for our Macbeth project: all mafiaesque and set at Mick Beth's mansion AKA Rachel's house. It's gonna be uber-hot. Banquo's ghost will come to the jazzy dinner party all bloody, Mick will run up the stairs, and Lady Macbeth will be a coke addict. We're Gods, geniuses... Worship us. Brendan the platypus doesn't worship us enough. ;-; I went into art seventh again. It's no new news anymore. I feel so welcome there though. Brandon sat next to me. We had fun reminissing about nation geographic magazines, pictures of my "birth parents", and Crapp moments. He said the hair on my portrait looked good and I'm sitting there thinking 'Your hair looks better...' ...Perhaps I do need to 'Get my mind out of my pants' Emma comes up and is like "Isn't the saying mind out of the gutter?" Fun times. Atleast my portrait is coming good. Even Sunshine and Mr. P think it looks like me! I don't know what I'm gonna do with it when it's do though. In science me and Brenda were being morons as usual. That's the fun stuff right there. I don't even remember what the hell she said but I couldn't stop laughing. She came into art ninth period and hung out with me and Jessy. I'm thinking I'll go into art every day seventh from now on instead of listening to Jessica's mindless chatter about her ex who isn't coming back in lunch. Hell, atleast by the end of the first two quarters my portfolio will be extensive from all the extra working time to start new projects. Yep. That was my day. It wasn't anything special really. He sat next to me and we got to engage in more casual conversation (I'm sure you all know who -he- is by now) Why something so simple as a smile can now all of a sudden brighten my day is beyond me. It's no real secret that I'm head-over-heals for this kid... It's only a secret to him. Sailor Moon marathon with Fred, Fluff, and possably with and Mick Beth taping with whoever is interested at my place this weekend. Wanna chill with me for either of these events? Let me know when it's conveniant for you. You all know the number. P.S: Corn syrup, white fondation, and red food coloring would be appreciated to make "dead Banquo". Bring along your pant suits and fedoras, bitches!