Yesterday was a truly good day, and today is just lazy. But yesterday I helped with the tournament and may even have discovered a way to beat my pathological, chronic dance insecurity. I may go to prom, God willing, and not implode. It is exciting.
I read Ragtime for English, and it’s quite possibly the most cynical book I’ve ever read. There’s this great bit on page 164, which starts out as touching description of an old man’s joy in the coming of spring, but turns morbid on a dime when he falls and cracks his pelvis.
The New York Times will email you daily headlines if you so require. And for free! Terrific.
I dunno, I hear that, statistically speaking, 27.18% of all prom attendees suffer catastrophic implosions.
man
you guys are going to be great
bah, sneaky lea! tricksy lea!
[also, god I’m bored
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Anush is the best person in the whole wide world.