It's the middle of fifth period english and I'm not entirely sure why the inspiration has struck me to write to my fishies now when I have a free period next, but hey, it's almost the end of the school day, so the sooner we share the love, the better :D I have found (courtesy of CC - arigato gozaimasu!) the official Most Awesom Band Of The Year (So Far): they're called Biffy Claro and they are the ultimate Scottish rock. How can you hate that adorable accent? And I swear to you they do not run around commando in kilts. We are beyond that now. They sing the song Mountains, with which I am currently enamored - blame the lingo on the vocab list being written on the board. I am almost that big a geek, but proud to say, not quite.
This is also the perfect opportuinity to share with you my perplexity here. I've discovered a pattern and I can't for the life of me figure out what the basis of it is. Has anybody else noticed that almsot every P.E. teacher they've ever been bossed around by is a sadist of the highest degree? I mean, ten minutes of lunges and burpies? Where does that get fun?
Which is exactly why I have made a pact with myself. The moment school is out, every afternoon, I am throwing off the mantle of monotony and doing whatever the fuck I want. In case you hadn't noticed, I have authority issues. Don't laugh - it's a serious affliction, and can cause some very drastic complications when you have a terminal case, like mine. It's a disability. So tonight, I have plans. Who cares if it's a Monday night? It's my Monday night.
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