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When your best just isn't good enough
Oct. 4th, 2005 10:16 pmTo: Arizona, the state of
From: Everybody
Re: CUT IT OUT.
This is just a friendly reminder that it is October the Fourth, the fourth day of the second nominal month of autumn, two weeks following the Autumnal Equinox.
WHY ARE YOU STILL HOT AND MUGGY AS HELL HUH.
"October" does not mean "Hay it's going to be 95*F and humid as Houston K?"
For all our sakes, please chill out. Seriously. Plzkthxbye.
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The rocket did pretty well today, except for that whole thing about the parachute not deploying. The nose cone landed on the school roof. Some nice kid, who is apparently a professional stunt double for a part time job, scaled the roof and got it down for us.
I definitely spent half of fifth hour talking to Mrs. Miller about Eurotrip and college. I conveniently forgot to tell her that I actually have a full schedule this year and, therefore, actually have a fifth hour. You know, when it comes right down to it, I only have Senioritis in the nominal sense. I'm the school system's pussy-bitch.
Edit: Tacos Pepe is still there; it was hidden behind the auto parts store. Crisis averted. See, talking to me is like playing DDR on a "Jump to Conclusions" mat.
From: Everybody
Re: CUT IT OUT.
This is just a friendly reminder that it is October the Fourth, the fourth day of the second nominal month of autumn, two weeks following the Autumnal Equinox.
WHY ARE YOU STILL HOT AND MUGGY AS HELL HUH.
"October" does not mean "Hay it's going to be 95*F and humid as Houston K?"
For all our sakes, please chill out. Seriously. Plzkthxbye.
------------------
The rocket did pretty well today, except for that whole thing about the parachute not deploying. The nose cone landed on the school roof. Some nice kid, who is apparently a professional stunt double for a part time job, scaled the roof and got it down for us.
I definitely spent half of fifth hour talking to Mrs. Miller about Eurotrip and college. I conveniently forgot to tell her that I actually have a full schedule this year and, therefore, actually have a fifth hour. You know, when it comes right down to it, I only have Senioritis in the nominal sense. I'm the school system's pussy-bitch.
Edit: Tacos Pepe is still there; it was hidden behind the auto parts store. Crisis averted. See, talking to me is like playing DDR on a "Jump to Conclusions" mat.
