Ghetto rats do farm stuff, yeah!

So I'm in Ms. McCreedy's room. It's 8:30 pm. Why, you ask? Well, I'm here for the Journalism layout! Yay Journalism! It's so cool. I can't wait to be published! Hahah, I sound so flippin' corny.

OK, So I guess I'm becoming like, Lactose Intolerant or something because I get umm..."stomachaches" everytime I consume a big amount of milk products. I'm going into the bathroom (and it's at school, so it's like 50 times worse to be having a "stomachache") and someone yells HELLO!!! all loud. So i say, "Hello?" and it's this little mexican looking chineseman (???). He yells, "WHAT YOU DOING?" I stammer, "Umm I--" He interrupts me and yells, "CANT YOU SEE I CLEAN?! GO USE BATHROOM UPSTAIR!" I run out, panic, "stomachache" and all. Sigh. I even ended up hitting my head on the toilet paper dispenser. Who ever does that?

Maybe I'm not the most unsubtle person in the world, because it seems Fili doesn't understand the little hints that scream "I LIKE YOU, YOU'RE CUTE!"




Great scot! I have just finished my audio script! WAHHHH HOOOOOOO! I just hope it's 5 minutes long....=It should be, it's like, 530-something words. Eh? Even if it's not, I can always add more. That is, if I can find more. Blah. Oh well. We're supposed to have our Master Script done by Friday. I can't do my Master Script because I haven't done my voiceover, and I can't do my voiceover because I haven't finished my audio script because Mr. Patterson sucks. I just finished my Audio Script, well, for the most part, and even if I do my voiceover tomorrow, I probably wouldn't have enough time to digitize the whole thing tomorrow. Since the Lab is open from 12:30 to 5:30 on Saturday, I'm so totally going and doing my voiceover, digitizing everything, doing my master script, and getting everything set. Then, next Tuesday, I can edit it some more and then finish it and pick at it during class. Everything should work out unless my bad luck should pop its ugly head in.

I feel useless, I'm not doing really anything.
I was doing something earlier, but now I'm not. Ehhhhh.

I almost feel like I should go home because I'm not helping out. All I'm doing is sitting here thinking about how I should be doing something, thinking about how I probably scared the buhgeezus out of Alex and about how he probably ran away. Oh, and I keep looking at Fili. I AM SUCH A CREEP. By the way, Creep by Radiohead is a cool song.
I like his shirt.
Mooses are cool. Meeses? Gooses, singular, Geeses, plural. Mooses, Meeses? English kinda sucks sometimes, y'know? Oh well.













BLANKKKK SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN.
NOOO ONNNNNNEEEE CANNNN SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

I want to like, walk to Monica's house or something and say hi but:
1) I'm on the East side of town. I will get raped.
2) She's probably not even home.
3) If my parents find out that I walked there alone and in the dark, I will be decapitated.
4) I don't think her parents would appriciate me just randomly showing up on their front door step.
5) Actually, they probably wouldn't care because they like me.
6) But it would be inconvienent.
7) If Carl had Tesa over, I'd be by myself and I would probably shoot myself in the foot.


Siiiiigh.
I WISH I WAS BEING PRODUCTIVE AND HELPING OUTTTT.
But I don't know what to do.



This is Sarah here. Deanna is reading the last column of a story for me and of course its majorly screwed....brb..........................................................................anywho....I'm tired....coffee is goood. I'm insanely tired. And I have more work to do so I'm out. peace and love much later.







haha, Sarah sounds like Dustin. "Peace, Love, later"
and I repeat: haha.

I should go.
-deanna