Ah I love having suggestive puns in my titles.
No, I am not a meth-head. I am merely finished with all my Methods SACs forever. And I didn’t find it too hard which was pleasing. But I’m going to be a humble bumble bee and stop at: I did well.
I also had a really fun lunchtime. We were just sitting around, me eating a lovely passionfruit yoghurt and wedges that actually had potatoes in them. We were just joking around and I recounted this old blonde joke.
Three people, a brunette, a red-head and a blonde, were running away from a guy, and they hid in three separate sacks.
The guy caught up to them and saw the sacks. To make sure, he kicked the first sack which had the brunette. The brunette said, “miaow!” So the guy thought, right that’s a cat, and walked on. He kicked the sack with the red-head.
“Woof!” cried the brunette. Right, thought the guy, a dog.
He then went to the sack with the blonde and kicked it. The blonde, seeing what was done before, knew exactly what to say.
Tiff laughed, then hauled ass for the bathroom. I was concerned.
Later, in class. We all got into a Glee frenzy. ‘Nuff said.
Bee was very stressed about Methods and I tried to cheer her up. I don’t think I did well.
At the bus stop I made the noob mistake of standing at the wrong stop. I stood there for ten minutes trying to look cool and had to walk to the next stop as my bus pulled ahead.
Tomorrow I celebrate my last SAC ever. Legal.
It has been a good day.
P.S. I spent period 2 with Julia in the library playing on the iTouch. That was good too.