Karaoke

Today, Mare was THE Mare. Just like The O'Hara, only The Mare. Well, not quite. Anyway, today, on the last day of Karaoke of the last year of highschool, Mare finally scrounged up the courage to get up and sing. Granted, it was with like 15 other people, but still. Mare sang. In front of the people in the caf. She braved scouraging comments, embarrassment, and the disaprovel of her boyfriend (who does not encourage sing in the caf). And Mare sang. Not once, but twice. She sang Summer Nights and I Will Survive. Mare, you rock.

Yearbook was less than thrilling, but more than boring. It was aight. Theb and I cropped and captioned with amazing brilliancy. We ruled. We roxed their sox. In fact, we rocked the socks right off those pictures. If our roxing were dancing, we would have danced the pants right off of those pictures too. That's right, there would have been sox roxing and pants dancing right off. And as Nick abandoned Mark, he joined Team Red Leader (although he will never admit to said joining).

I'm all alone tonight, which is just delightful. Ahhh...the sweet sound of no parental units. I made myself sweet and sour chicken, which for some reason never turns out quite right. It's quite tasty, but the sause is always way too thin. *sigh* I'll keep working on it. Called Rabe who wasn't home, so I left a message with Becky. Rabe, if you don't get said message, it was: Mark asked me to remind you to bring Notting Hill tomorrow to school because he would really like to see it. Ta da. Anywho, I'm off. Ought to be studying for diplomas...