Finally, time for a new entry. My parents are at a cocktail party right now... that's the only reason why I'm sitting at the computer here right now. -_-

I think they found out, so I'll be crushed when I get home. Another lecture about going onto the computer makes people blind.

Ian has an incredibly fat mouth. And gloats just because I'm this *spreads fingers a millimeter apart* much shorter than him.

I don't think Hoonie is so smart anymore. We got almost equal scores on the countdown, I got more right than he did at the team round, and I beat him by a minute or so on the worksheet.

However, I did discover one person who is destined to kick my butt until the end of time... and that's the new kid, Jun-ho (don't know if there really is a dash, just following good ol' Sungchuk's example). He's taking calculus. I'm ducking stuck in stupid algebra.

Speaking of which, that geometry prognosis test was easy-peasy. Who even needs to read the dumb lessons, anyway? I'm positive I got them all right.

OH CRUDMONKEYS! Tomorrow I have to get up at 7:30 just to make it to Schlow for a dumb "Suzuki Friends" performance. That's a couple hours playing dumb twinkle, twinkle with the weeny babies and then more advanced stuff. Not hard, but I HATE memorizing. There's like twenty pieces to memorize. More, I think. -__-

Anyways. If my parents do blow, I apologize for skipping off Xanga, then. Not my fault... but the fault of the two people in the world who are most obsessed with 20-20 vision.