Jesus Christ, I suck...

So Mom is subbing for a teacher with cancer (ironic, that, as that's what stopped her from subbing back in seventh grade...) for the rest of the year. I'm kinda liking it, kinda not. Not: she can keep an eye on me.  Liking: ...Heeeeee, I've got mommy on campus to sign me out and things like that.

Computer's coming in today, and today's first day of practice for the winter show. *Happyhum* Play about mentally retarded guys falling in love or some such.  Comedy.

...Gettin' a little writing done.  Slowly.  ...Mostly due to a hilarious conversation.  Did you know there are three variations of the Wallace tartan, and the last clan Chief refused to even recognize one of them (and another only under duress)?

...STFU.

Anyway.

...Remind me, next time I'm in New York, to go poke around Washington Heights.  It's necessary.

OH! *Giggles* I didn't get my favorite all time teacher for English, but... I got my math teacher for English. This is actually REALLY good, 'cause he's HILARIOUS. And BRILLIANT. And... ah... snarky in the extreme. Yay, English Snark.  And he calls people idiots in class. To their faces.

...Yes, there is a reason I worship him. Hush. *Squee* GOOD ENGLISH CLASS YAY.