Predicament

I have one. A predicament. You know, a delicate situation that you're really worried about, even though you aren't in any immediate danger. It makes you think of what to do, or say...my paticular predicament is extremely sensitive. I'm quite worried.

Apart from that, things are good. Stampede looms around the corner, and I can't wait! And there are only 16 days of summer school left, and I'm doing very well. Even though the people in my class are morons! Bloody buggery morons, who couldn't find their asses from their elbows if they tried. But all is not lost. I don't really go to make friends anyway, I just go to do my work. I sit next to stoners and losers. Damn. But Mr Wear is nice. He doesn't care if I doodle all over the homework assignments, which I do with a passion. It keeps me sane.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go and remove a bug infested plant.

Musical Quote of the Day

"This is a song for the lonely
Can you hear me tonight?
For the broken-hearted
Battle scarred
I'll be by your side"

-Cher CD: The Best of Cher Track: 7...I think Title: Song for the Lonely

Yes, I like Cher, in all of her face-lift-crazy-wigs-weird-costume glory.