hi. let me tell you a story.

it's not cool to throw pennies at girls.

fin.

on to other matters.

we have officially ended the notes portion of the rocket-craziness unit in engineering and have now moved on to actually making rockets. ...!

on an even greater note, i almost collided (yeah. it would've been great.) with the absolute most gorgeous guy after seventh period. didn't happen, though. probably because i was one second too late. his girlfriend was there, anyways, so i doubt we would have made out or gotten married or anything.

drat. it would've been a damn vulpine* move, too.

i love new york city. oh, yeah. new york city.

bednight says hi.

and now she says bye, not unlike me.

*m-w's word of the day.