My schedule next year is this amazing, shiny thing I want to have babies with. The school doesn’t want upperclassmen to take more than seven classes unless they need to. Cunningly, I brought my criminally adorable baby brother along, and the establishment bent to my whims. Alex also helped me get into Journalism II without taking the prerequisite. Yay me.
3:46 pm on Friday, August 15th, 2003
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You crafty little heathen. Bilal is eighteen, isn’t that crazy?
When you gonna update yer new track 5?
my email is back to life as is the northeastern power system, apparently…..
wow, i love getting around guidance/admin…. but i usually try to torture myself by adding classes against their will….. ’cause that’s just me, of course….
You WANT to take more than 7 classes? I’m feeling tired just thinking about my 7 classes for next year, man. But props for efficient baby brother usage!
Yay, Overload! Thats the way to go. You know, deprivation, exhaustion and death all lead to making you a better person. The less you think, the less things hurt. It’s a-okay to calculate and analyze math, and other, either worldly, or verbal issues, rather than your own. So, flare the music up loud, and get your books ready. Sounds like you’re to have a grand year. Grandeur. What’re the eight classes Man I’m full of paint.
My brothers still painting on the roof, I have to go help him now.
-Kill your self if you don’t know what you’re living for.
Bilal whorealyshouldn’tbe18 Ghalib
just 8 classes….?
Freak.