In the recent past:

-won 50 dollars from Target's "mystery shopper"
-failed a Hamlet test (I claimed "The Mousetrap" was when Pol & Claud were watching Ophelia talk with Hammie)
-Dad left for San Jose
-I using huge chunky brushstrokes is something I'm good at after completeing a giant squid and Kat portrait in about 4 hours and not hating them.
-Ryan as the phantom showed up in the paper along with the rest of the cast. The phantom has... let himself go.
-I worked fourteen more hours than I was supposed to. This week they have yet to call me once. I'm rejoicing.

Lippert called me... was it voiciferous? Or was that just the word I made up during lunch? He also had a little accident today, if you know what I mean. I love him and I hate him. Love because he's so fun to pick on. Hate because we write an essay every single week. Or so it seems.

We get to help the fourth graders at Clarendon (spelling? Chase? Booch?) with their little astronomy outing. All I know is we get extra credit for standing outside in the dark with friends. Sounds good to me.

Some idiot tried shoplifting condoms. He's in the paper for it now. So we can all laugh at him.

There was yet another car accident on I. I ran into it on my way home after oboe and was dumb and afraid of the intimidating police officer. I hate uniforms. I even get wary around the little hormonal boys in baggy uniforms from the military school that come into Target every so often with their mothers trailing behind them.