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Thursday, April 10, 2014

Should upperclassmen have off campus lunch?

I don't get why we don't have that now, especially for people who have early release.
I would have no money if we had off campus lunch.
Plano has off campus lunch. Plano is so much cooler.
Hi, I'm sick.

Friday, April 4, 2014

FREE WRITE: Save the prama for your mama

Can I be a basic white girl, because I literally just can't right now.
I'm trying not to make it a big deal, because my "problems" are minuscule in comparison to the starving children in Africa's, but it's starting to really bother me.
I've said it once, and I'll say it again: Prom destroys relationships and ruins lives.
In similar news, I finally got my dress hemmed, but the thing is, it wouldn't zip up, to which my mom turned to me and said, "You're getting fat."
Thanks, mom.
And then she told me to lose weight so that she didn't have to pay for the zipper to be replaced.
Also, I am broke. Because of prom, I have less than $150 in my account, which is dropping incrementally every month because of my stupid bank account thing.
So I am broke and fat. At least I'm not ugly.
Oh, wait.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

What's one mystery you would like to be solved?

I want to know what happens after you die. I'm not going to go into it right now, because I don't feel like being all existential, but you know what's a really cool thought? What if every one becomes a star when they die? Like, a new star appears in the sky whenever someone's soul goes up into the heavens. What a pretty thought.

Monday, March 31, 2014

Should animals be exploited in the commercial world?

Heck yeah!
Said no one ever. Who would even be openly OK with that?
No, I am not, nor will I ever be, alright with exploiting animals for commercial uses.
Don't we exploit enough things for commercial uses? The environment, people's self-esteem, etc. I think that exploiting anything in general sounds wrong. And probably is wrong.

Friday, March 21, 2014


Hi. OK. Prom is the most stressful thing ever, and I cannot think of one good reason for the tickets to be SEVENTY-FIVE FREAKING DOLLARS. Do they want me to sell my soul to Satan for such an exorbitant amount of money? More like Derrick will have to sell his soul, because he wants to pay for everything. I was like, look, I know you want to be a manly man and all, and paying for prom is a manly man thing, but you are not paying a million dollars for the both of us. For two proms. Don't be a hero.
To elucidate the amount of money we will need to spend, I created an elaborate, color-coded chart showing the costs (it's also a foldable, so some sections need to be creased a certain way), and what I would be OK with spending, so that would put us at about $400-ish each. To which I chortle. I chortle at it so hard. UGH.
To solve my fiscal dilemmas, I plan to sell more of my s'mores brownies next week. And probably for the next ten thousand years.
So, there you go, Derrick, if you have like $1000 to spare, that's cool with me.