Whole lotta book smackin' goin' down in this room. I gotta bring up my marks, too much of a load to have any small form of life, that's why I haven't been-a-bloggin'. So ya, hitting the books and trying to keep up with everything. Marks for mid...
calc. 69
geom. 68 (now a 62, god the last three things have killed me)
Eng. 69
Physics 79

What will it read at the end?
Calc. 75
Geom. 70
Eng. 78
Physics 85
...I hope.

Good news though... found my watch. I was the idiot, not tony. I put it in Burger's bag instead of mine, duh. Found my palm pilot. I thought I searched everywhere, but it was shoved down the driver side seat in the sunfire, duh. Found my gun lighter from Halifax, in the bag I put it in for another trip, duh. Anyway, as my brain slowly turns to mush, I'm still waiting for acceptances. Hopfully they still send me one despite the fact that my marks eat iranian asshole.

Later alligators
PS... thank god the yearbook is done with