"monday is martin luther king day."
"aaw. i love that guy, even though he was black."

happy?

i didn't have to kill john, one of my students, today. then again, he did bribe me with presents. i think i'll get angry more often.

about that whole "ap chemistry being only one class period instead of two" thing, incorrect. it all depends.

it seems to me as though everything depends regarding course selections. great way to end thirteen years of education, public school system; great way to end.

so, in conclusion, i have no idea what i'm going to sign up for.

on the most depressing note of, um, my life, laura fudgecow is moving. to alabama.
huntsville, alabama.

fudgecow.

my fudgecow.

moving.

away.

forever.

even though she won't be packing up until the end of this summer, i would like to make a mini-tribute here for my twin, the sole purpose of which is to confuse everyone who is not laura (the tribute, that is):

cotton fields in the sky...
yewah, why? oh, why?
climbing a big tree -
plastic dinosours for you and me.
ketchup is delish,
so don't diss.
even though that last one didn't rhyme.

to the gorry to the gat to the gucked to the go to the guch. probably i cannot write poems now because i got stuck in a sweatshirt. at least i didn't wear myself out before my entrapment by running up and down the escalator, much the way a retarded high school junior would. er, wouldn't. either way, anything is better than suffocating from your noxious fumes (you can CERTAINLY take the extra bed when you visit. which you will.). just so long as you don't trip when you get on that plane, i'll be ok, chile. magg'll be juss fyne. k? k-k! and also as long as you remember that i was the first to think of marrying the apex guy, because i'd be "...doing it for Jesus! i'm smiling for Jesus!" if we ever tour europe, will you hold my hand while we ride the vomit comet? that would make me feel spechal.

because, laura fudgecow, you never smelled like pig shit to me.

i shall end abruptly. just like this. because it always sounds funny when laura says "pig shit."