SO over high school

So last night was awards night. Woot. What a complete waste of time. Seriously, if I didn't need to get my yearbook, I wouldn't have gone. Mrs Collins drove us in, and as soon as I stepped into SAL, all I could think was "Ew. BUUHHHHHH. EWWW." Oh yes, I am over high school. To the point where I would really just rather not step foot in the place. Seriously guys, I know you think I'm being dramatic, but I really hate the place. Cool to the min. Anywho, we were there, we got our awards (I'm sorry, but I didn't get honors XII, they were just handing them out like candy), and booked it out of there. Oh pardon me, we stopped so Mark could have a chat with Iris Evan. Buuuhhhh. What a hoe. lol. Sorry, I've ranted at length about her hoe-ness, so I shan't here. "You're such a bright boy...I can tell, you'll go far....you'll have lots of obstacles, but I know you can overcome them..." Buuhhh. Iris Evans, you're a creeper. And she needs me guys. Iris Evans needs me. Because I'm in economics. Creeper. Creepa.

Anywho, Rabe got back in time for dodgeball, and I went and watched OC with Mark in 9H common room, then over to his to read Henry IV. Which did not, in fact, happen. Due to our lack of sleep, both of us managed to fall asleep. And I accomplished nothing but setting the alarms when I heard CJ come in because I was too damn lazy and tired to go back to my own room. And, let's face it, I really prefer not to sleep alone. I know, I'm a wuss, but I can't helpt it.

Anyway, this morning the first alarm goes off at 7, which is all good. I get up, turn off the alarm, push the button so the second alarm is on and go brush my teeth and wash off my make-up from the night before. So far, so good. I crawled back into bed (really, I had to be up for 8, who wants to get up early?), and fell back asleep. And woke up at 830. Because the alarm didn't go off. And I had class in TL basment at 9. OH CRAP. Actually, I believe I said "Oh shit, Mark wake up! It's 830 and we have class at 9!" "I'm awake. What are you doing here?" lol. OH BURN!

Boy, did I book it out of there. And was properly laughed at in the elevator by Brede, Tiffany, and two other people that I don't really remember. Everything was still hazy. I literally ran down the hallway to Henday and managed to catch Rabe coming out of our wing. I just grabbed my books, a sweater (I was wearing my tank top and pants from the day before...buuhhhh I hate sleeping in my clothes), and my coat and we made it to TL like, 5 min early. Oh, Mare you RULE!

Anyway, that was my excitement for the day. Have a quote: "In real life, unlike in Shakespeare, the sweetness of the rose depends upon the name it bears. Things are not only what they are. They are, in very important respects, what they seem to be. " ~ Hubert H. Humphrey