Friday was the homecoming assembly. There were several disconcertingly fat cheer leaders and the turbulent jiggle of their unruly parts negated the excitement that would have otherwise been incurred by some of the half-decent ones. Afterward, I went with Ray down to the am/pm and we got some 16 oz. Monster energy drinks and some Jolt caffeine gum. As to the question of "why", I have no legitimate answer. Anyway, we downed the Monsters and each had 6 pieces of the Jolt. Of course, being incredibly small, I was direly affected and was near death within a short period of time.
Today was the PSAT. I'm not going to discuss the test material beyond these several sentences because I would be running a dire risk of whoring this wonderful blog to the sinful redundancies of asian people in their xangas after taking a particularly important test: "omgz! PSAT so hard fuk!" Actually, even if you were to correctify the English in that chunk of grammatical felony, I wouldn't even have said anything along those lines. Do you ever see that? After a difficult test, all people do is gripe about how hard it was, how the teacher is homosexual, and they finally achieve a spiritual epiphany that school and capitalism don't matter.
Anyway, get this.
Hi. =)
My test proctor was none other than Colin Mochrie of "Who's Line is it Anyway?". Or at least someone who looked exactly like him. Only the back of his neck, canopied under a thick blanket of unkempt white hair, appeared as if it had not been shaven in 10,000 years. That was actually quite disgusting. But I was otherwise fascinated.
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