My art teacher was incredibly rude to me today. But that's getting ahead of myself. Today I woke up at exactly eight thirty (because that was the time I set my alarm for) and then set to cleaning (or not cleaning) my room. Then I copied my ABBA Cd, then I got a call from Crystal about going to lunch at Chopsticks--which I accepted. So we went. And it was nice. And I had my usual, le bif,le riz,et les legumes. Or I had Sugar Snap Peas with Beef, you pick. And then I went to school and took my art exam. Oh, story. A long, long time ago, in the land of McIntosh High School, there was a girl who wanted to exempt her French exam. But she lost her check in form and the evil dragon Barber would not let her have another one. So the girl decided to do something uncharacteristically drastic...atleast, it was drastic for this particular girl. She entreated her father to go to the Castle of Office Max and gather for her there some yellow paper--which her father did, and gladly, for she was his only daughter and besides, if he didn't she might have told on him to the grand poobah, the feared one the villagers simply called "Mom." But he got the paper, and the girl happily ran to her fax machine, whereupon she made a copy of her other check in form and filled in the information. The office was never the wiser, and the girl exempted her French exam. The end. So yeah. But then my art teacher was rude. As a sort of final "fuck you" to art I took some coloured pencils. But she was getting new ones anyways, so i guess i didn't really fuck anyone over. oh well. sigh. It's matt, fools. It's matt AGAIN. Oh. Can you handle this dosage of handsomeness? No, you can't. Ha, ha. This, my friends, is Lena's pony.