I am never buying tiny Cokes or tiny Imitation Cokes again.

So: no room photos today, as my room is currently a mess, and y'all really don't want to see my pinstriped pants and faded dark denim jeans strewn all around with my textbooks and magazines. [g] Instead, I bring you a photo of The Prom Dress (I couldn't find the one from prom with my friend Jonathan and I--I can't remember where my photos are, but if I find it, I'll try and post it).



Gah, my notes for the Speech o' Doom tomorrow are prepared. I am hoping that I don't bomb fanstastically. I can screw up--I won't mind that--but if I do extremely bad, I will have to go and dig a nice little hole to place my head in. Honestly, if we didn't have to give the speeches tomorrow and I wasn't hoping to spot Dillon in class (please let him be there tomorrow), I wouldn't go, and that's quite awful of me.

On the to-do list for this week: read last two chapters for history and do something to my hair.

And for mzspearz: Take Me Out, Franz Ferdinand