Ils ont recu a essuyer le moutard de ma chemise

I guess it would be time for another blog post. My problem is that because it is summer, I'm not actually feeling as much teenage angst that can be changed directly into seed for my bloggy musings. I'm not complaining, mind you. I also don't have any homework to do, which means I spend less time on the computer, which means I spend less time on the computer supposed to be doing homework but looking for any other possible thing to amuse me. Neanmoins, here we are. Behold; my current thoughts on life as we know it.

The sun coming out amuses me.
My unfortunately small paycheck from the Stampede does not. I'm quite put out. I need a real job. But I don't have time. Well, technically I do right now. But not actually. Because piano is occupying a frustrating amount of my time...however, August 17 is looming like a final math exam or a cloud of smelly, cuticle-biting insects. (Note the use of simile here. English 30 AP, here I come...)

A sidenote, on Anglish 30 AP:
Anyone who does not fall under the following categories, don't join English 30 AP. We don't want you. We don't like you. You're going to ruin our fun with pretentious ideas and you're going to get shut down by our loud, unsanguine opinions.

-If you are part of the Literate Four
-If you are Kaylie Hanna
-If you were in English 20 AP

So overall this only encompasses about 20 people.
Just to warn you also, if you're thinking of joining English 30 AP and you're not on this list, you know that rumor that Allison Carter was a cat in a past life, it's true. She was a feral jaguar cross Basilisk and she still retains many of her feral Jaguilisk skills. Just saying.

You are going to be far, far away in a short, short time.
I can't stand it. I need time to put my ducks in a row.
You are my duck. My one duck. But you're hard to put in a row, because you keep jumping off and running about and you won't stay still so you'll have to stay with me until I can put you in row where you belong.