I believe my dad's philosophy on life is "Whatever doesn't kill you is absolutely delicious." I can't think of a food he doesn't love, outside of shellfish. 'Cause that would kill him. (Not a summary.)
I went to Links today, and Tasha said to Jacob: "Kara said you do." As the resident snoop and person-that-hits-on-everything,-and-by-everything-I-mean-especially-Jacob, I have made it my personal business to discover just what Jacob is doing that Tasha refuses to tell me about. She said it was "inappropriate." I really hope she doesn't believe that will deter me. It merely drives me crazy! She somehow implied that he was with someone. My reaction was to point at him and make incoherent noises until I could ask who he was whoring around with. Tasha claimed it was himself, but I believe that's too obvious an answer (then again, he is the "good" one out of all of us. Maybe excluding Rhea in decency, but definitely the most innocent). Then Megan joined in, and it became too chaotic to decipher anything. Somehow she interpreted that Jacob takes it up the butt.
I'm pretty sure that's not what Tasha was talking about; however, as she hasn't shown herself on Facebook for me to nag her until I discover this lovely little tidbit of information, it can't be ruled out.
I've actually done a good majority of my homework tonight, aside from I can never bring myself to write the journals for English. I really just have no desire to contemplate the implications of humans suddenly growing two thumbs on each hand. Lauren was distraught over how this would result in a lack of middle finger, whereas Matt was confused out of his mind. He spent a good amount of time yelling "IMPOSSIBRU!!" and questioning everybody in the immediate area. I just assumed that there was a lot of inbreeding going on.
Ms. S: "Well, think about the state of the ozone, the state of the environment and surrounding pollution, the state of technology..."
Lauren: "...Not to mention the state we're in....."
Ah, good ol' West Virginia. But I wasn't the only one. Casey, this guy who sits across the room and says some of the most ridiculously entertaining things sometimes tried to offer an explanation to the class at one point:
"Okay. So take a brother and a sister, and another brother and sister. Then one brother gets with the sister, and the other gets with the other, then THEIR kids have kids, and then their daughter's a WHORE!!!"
Ms. S then went on to pretend he said "horror," as Casey is one of the least discreet people I've ever encountered. He's also so clueless sometimes that it's hilarious, but I think it may be a case of obfuscating stupidity.
Since we're currently reading The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn in there as well, we had previously had a class discussion about our "adventures" with our childhood "gangs." I sat in the corner and inconspicuously ate beef and broccoli, because I was an antisocial child who lived in the town with a grand population of ten, and therefore had no stories. I guess Casey managed to give himself a concussion or something, Lauren tried to sled her younger sister into the "abyss" (then left her there, because, in Lauren's words "I tried to push her, but she was too heavy!"), aaaand Chris and Abbie somehow sledded off Chris's garage using cookie tins. That last one perplexes me.... How did they not die? My older sister was the more adventurous of the two of us, I think. I, obviously, spend way too much time on the computer to be adventurous.
It snowed like crazy earlier (and guess what idiot wore a miniskirt and thigh-highs instead of, oh, maybe PANTS!?), so I'm hoping for a two-hour delay tomorrow. A snow day is doubtful, and nobody else wants on, 'cause if we only have one more, then we'll be released from school in May. I don't care either way, but everybody else seems to.
Cross your fingers so I can get more sleep,
Andrea! <3
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