I'm watching Band of Brothers, and I'm also still reading the book. I really love this story. Just so you know...

Mr. Hernandez, one of the Spanish teachers at Arts, died the other day, from complications due to a Spider Bite. That's just...unexpected. And sad. Of all ways to go, you know? Well, rest in peace, Mr. Hernandez. You were cool when you brought me and my French class McDonalds.

Alright, I feel I need to elaborate on the last post a little more. Kelly Clarkson blew me away. It's one thing to pull that stuff off in the studio, it's quite another to do it onstage. Amazing. I think she's one of the best singers out there right now, possibly the best. She writes songs, not all of her own, but a few, which are very nice. She ( Read more... )

So, Kelly Clarkson concert = AWESOME-NESS.

Meeting Rooney = Sweet-ness.

More later.

I'm closing again tonight. Third night in a row, people. UUUUGH ( Read more... )

So, we've rescued yet another dog. This is one is a bulldog puppy, ver sweet, very expressive. I mean, really, his eyes make him look like he's thinking something really interesting, and would tell you, but then again, he's a dog and can't speak. His eyes are gold, his fur is buttery yellow, and I've taken to calling him Max ( Read more... )

So, remember my excited announcement about my future habitation in the Big shiny Apple? Well, let's just say that the happy feeling is gone.

I've just found out that there's only free wireless internet in the lounge. So that unless I get a seperate contract for my new, pretty and now otherwise useless laptop, I will be with the other 144 kids in ( Read more... )

Ah! Le Lac etait beau! But I am now ridden with chigger bites. And they're not on my legs, no, they're on my arms and my hands. This is torture. I have little nasty red pumps on my knuckles, it makes it very hard to do...well, anything, really ( Read more... )

So, I'm off to the lake. I hope you guys have good weekends, I just wanted to post and say: I will be living at 5th and 8th Avenue next year!

My excitement is only tempered by the fact that it's eight in the morning. Oy.

::Gasp:: I think I just wrote a protest song. Glee ( Read more... )