[message] VOTE FOR HOMECOMING.

Well, a quick post before I'm off to school, since I got up 45 minutes early to take my sister to the Homecoming assembly rehearsal, but she overslept. If for whatever God-knows reason any of you Saguaro students have not voted yet, pose as a sophomore and vote Rachel Cook for homecoming court. It's what I did. Because she's my little sis and that makes her awesome. She's been nominated for two other courts and did not win; she's almost guaranteed to show up on every ballot. Oh, she says she's given up on Boyfriend and is moving on to other men. Huzzah! Let's hope third break-up's the charm.

This is further evidence of how Alike we are, especially since her ringtone is also the song that Sad Emo Boy used as his theme song on Halloween. You know, even the portion of the song to which he jumped around like a maniac.

Rachel's ready. I have to skate.

Ground Control to Major Tom; your circuit's dead--

So, in light of the fact that I keep forgetting to Not Be Me around people's parents, I don't think zychi will ever be allowed to wear a trenchcoat to school again. I'm so smooth. Seriously.

Tomorrow is the homecoming game. I'll be going to bear the NHS banner at halftime, such as it is. I plan to stay the entire game to see the post-game marching show since I have not seen the marching band once this year, and I do miss those guys. This means I can gloat over how crooked their lines are and pick out the freshmen on the field. It's so easy and fun to do when you can sit at the top of the stadium and not do a damn thing. Speaking to Mr. Miller is still damn awkward, though. And then the dance is Saturday night. Cosplay ahoy.

I can't wait for Rachel to get her license. Four trips to Scottsdale and back yesterday. Whoaz.

The UA sent another letter inviting me to visit the school. ASU just doesn't care.

Edit: So, every time I try to perform a backup to the second hard drive, I get the Blue Screen of Death. Fuck you, Windows. Fuck you.

I must admit, I'm curious.

Yoinked from xcerebraledemax and voodoobob.

If you have time... If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad. I promise not to come after you with a spatula, either way. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.