Well well. Again no pictures to show you really. Because I don't have any pictures for myself either. But I will let you know what be up anyway. With words.
Well quarter finals were last week. They went well pretty much. Latin is alittle sad for me, but I'll know my for sure grades and all that on Thursday. It's getting more challenging now. And thats what I have to say about school basically.
I have wanted a doughnut for weeks and weeks but haven't given in yet. Oh I want one real bad man, real bad. But I have had Starbucks, because I've had certificates and free is an amazing price if I say so myself. I have had Chinese twice and I LOVE chinese food. I will have it again tomorrow I think it is.
Well that's about what I have to say really. I've been doing well, I had a soar throat for a couple days now, but its been getting better. Just needing more water than usual. Ha.
I have a new love of a band....so, my top bands now are: Beatles and Pink Floyd, just so you know. I am really really really into them. I have before of course, but it's just gotten heavier.
So there you have it. Updates on my school, health, food cravings, and music. What more could you ask for? You can answer that question if you so desire.
Until I catch you later,
I will leave you.

"I'm telling you. People come and go in this Forest, and they say, 'It's only Eeyore, so it doesn't count.' They walk to and fro saying, 'Ha ha!' But do they know anything about A? They don't. It's just three sticks to them. But to the Educated - mark this, little Piglet- to the Educated, not meaning Poohs and Piglets, it's a great and glorious A." --Eeyore
So I sign this,
The great and glorious A.

Ok so the news now is that quarter finals are this week. And friday is no school! Joy. And bigger joy--on wednesday I don't have Rhetoric 1 and so I get to go to British Literature class! Hooray. I have a Apologetics final on Wednesday, and impromptu's this week as the final. So that's school for you.
The food news is that I really want Chinese food.
And there is no other news. And no new pictures either. Sorry.
Good night.

For Katy and her little amusment:

New York, August 28, 1964
QUESTION: How do you like this welcome?
RINGO: So this is America. They all seem out of their minds.

. . . QUESTION: How tall are you?
RINGO: Two feet, nine inches.

QUESTION: Paul, what do you think of columnist Walter Winchell?
PAUL: He said I’m married and I’m not.
GEORGE: Maybe he wants to marry you!

QUESTION: How did you find America?
RINGO: We went to Greenland and made a left turn.

QUESTION: Is it true you can’t sing?
JOHN (POINTS TO GEORGE): Not me. Him.

QUESTION: Why don’t you smile, George?
GEORGE: I’ll hurt my lips.

QUESTION: What’s your reaction to a Seattle psychiatrist’s opinion that you are a menace.
GEORGE: Psychiatrists are a menace.

QUESTION: What’s this about an annual illness, George?
GEORGE: I get cancer every year.
. . . QUESTION: George, how do you feel about the nightclub, Arthur, named after your hairstyle?
GEORGE: I was proud, until I saw the nightclub.

QUESTION: What do you consider the most important thing in life?
GEORGE: Love.
PAUL: I once knew a fellow on the Dingle who had two dads. He used to call them Number One Dad and Number Two Dad. Now apparently Number One Dad wasn’t nice. He sued to throw the boy on the fire, which can develop a lot of complexes in a young lad.
RINGO: I remember my uncle putting a red-hot poker on me, and that’s no lie. He was trying to frighten me.
PAUL: Tell me, Ringo, do all your relatives go round applying red-hot pokers to you?
JOHN: It’s the only way they can identify them.
PAUL: You see, Ringo comes from a depressed area.
JOHN: Some people call it the slums.
RINGO: No, the slums are farther.

. . . QUESTION: What frightens you most?
JOHN: The thing I’m afraid of is growing old. I hate that. You get old and you’ve missed it somehow. The old always resent the young and vice versa.
RINGO: I’d like to end up, sort of, unforgettable.

QUESTION: Ringo, why are you always so quiet?
RINGO: I don’t like talking. It’s how I’m built. Some people gab all day and some people play it smogo. I don’t mind talking or smiling. I just don’t do it very much. I haven’t got a smiling face or a talking mouth.

Let's see. Nope. We won't. Just two pictures from today.



Chantelle, Stayc, Me. BooYA.


Toodle doo.

The newest update I can give you all is that I made tea about an hour ago, it was too hot and so logically I let it sit for a while, to cool off. After all, who wants a burnt tounge when they have to give a speech the next morning? No one with a sane brain. And maybe I got a little distracted, and I let it sit too long. So now it is lukewarm. I hate lukewarm, just like God does. Haha! Okay how do you like that comparison?
Not much else new except for the fact that I need to give my room a cleaning.

These are pictures, just two, sorry, taken when we were playing Mad Gab. Grr I need a new camera. All these are taken with stacey's. That's what I'll get...in a few years....