Bleh. I was in a reallly good mood cuz English was pointlessly fun, me n Dom n Dan pretending to be doing productive research in the many rows of horrible and untouched books... Making plans, like me n Dom are gonna learn Gaelic... And eventually we're gonna charter a yacht to Lisbon and travel Europe, visiting all the art museums and whatnot, like I've always been planning... Only... yeah. And since Dan hates water we have to convince him to get his pilot's license... haha. And you know... everybody "hates" Dom... but he's really pretty cool. lol. He gets my weird quirky ideas that all the practical people make fun of... There's got to be a balance you know what I mean? But anyways, then we're going to Brazil. Wait no... before we do any of that stuff we have to learn a bunch of other random languages, like get CDs of them and play them in our sleep lol. Once again, there's Alex-who-called-me-a-kid haha saying that we're dumb. And Dickie who's pretty much biased against me. teehee. Who knows why. I heart mis amigos... ?! hahaha. But guess who's hott stuff?! They all used to be so weird... And now they're hott and mega-awesome. lol. And also me n Kat n Bridg formulated the best policy ever, besides "TJ YOU OWE ME A CONDOM!": cavorting, not dating. Cavorting is ten times better. :x lol. Dating sucks. Coincidentally... almost. Yeah... cuz I'm dumb like that. But anyways my day was going well until 5th period. 'Nuff said. Gitana is awesome!!!! But apparently a peg is out of place on my little clarinet, the one I bear hatred for (it's probably getting revenge haha) and it has to be sent out... O didn't seem very happy about it. Also my lesson book went missing AGAIN... Somebody keeps schtealing it! >:o I S2 chocolate cupcakes teeheeheeee Tennyson... On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the world and meet the sky; And through the field the road run by To many-tower'd Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Through the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four grey walls, and four grey towers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.