Aah

Today was very much a "do not fuck with me" day. I had Algebra II in the morning, and I fell asleep when the teacher was talking. Mer. Was properly reprimanded and went to study hall. Which was nice. I drabbled and wrote and did a little homework.

Then I went to band where I got made at the little sophomores whinging about using the big flags or the little flags. Then, jazz band was fun. Except we now have about a million saxophones and just lil ol' me on flute, playing saxophone music. I tried to play sax, I really did, my mouth just doesn't like reeds. Then I go to speech.

I like speech. What's better than a class where you get graded on talking?

Well, then I find out I give my first speech on Friday, and that play auditions are indeed NOT after school but at 4:30. So I chase my little brother around the high school, tell him I lied, and get to Ron, in the parking lot. Luckily, I haven't had any car trouble since Saturday night (Car trouble! On my first night with a license!), and we manage to get out of the parking lot unscathed. (Seriously, if you knew how fucked up our parking lot at the high school is, you would know this is a major achievement.)

Then, I come home for a bit and then go back to the school for auditions. I guess I did okay, but I'll find out by Friday. :\

Then, I come home again and eat dinner (and have a stomach ache now), and my dad tells me I should shut off the computer at night. I says I did. He says I didn't. Well, I did, and since he's the dad, he's ALWAYS right. And now I have to be off at eight tonight. ::fumes:: I almost told him to come back and see exactly what it IS I do online, and then I stopped myself, because surely, you would never see me again. As I told dragonmancharly's player, I would be shipped off to a convent. In addition my father would probably have Neil and digikym tossed in jail for corrupting me, and my car would undoubtedly be impounded.

And now. Drabble. Dedicated to the people over at lumosnox and reparo for reminding me why I like Harry Potter: the world is not black and white, but through the eyes of a child. As we mature, lines blur, and we start to see the greys.

No, that had absolutely nothing to do with the drabble, but it sounded nice and I think I want that on my gravestone.

( Not anything verse (except maybe my squeer), PoA era, featuring Mean!Baby!Marcus and my Timid!Penny. Hee, I love them. *schnoogles* )

All right, there's my angstiness for the day.

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With all this boobage running around, Penny's beginning to feel a bit left out.

[woosh]

Gah, I feel so sick. X(