We are at dad's. There is hardly any food. Sad-making.
I got registered for my senior year today. FSHAW. First, they had me in, errr, Med Science, Accounting, German 1, Floral Design, Government, and AP Comp. I was like ERROR ERROR. And went to get it fixed (only after two hours wherein which I dined at McDonald's alone and then waited for mom to get her hair done and played Pokemon Red) and so now it's, ah let's see, Micro Computer Applications, Government, German 1, Choir, Food/Nutrition with Photography second semester, and English 4 B. Whatever that is. If I pass all these I will graduate. WOOT!
I spend today playing Pokemon and Sims and finishing watching A Very Potter Musical. "I love all of you guys. Except you, Draco, you're fucking annoying."; "Look into your heart, Draco, what do you really want?" "I want..I WANT HERMIONE GRANGER andarocketship."; "That is a boss Zac Efron poster."; "Squirt? Only that Harry Potter likes Squirt, I'll stick to my Red Bull."; "...and finding out what real Hufflepuff is, anyway."; "What the hell is a Hufflepuff." It is remarkably quotable.
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