My parents weren’t nearly as bad an ordeal as I thought they would be. I didn’t get any work done for class this week, which made me so ashamed that I skipped English II, but it was probably more due to my own laziness than their visit. Regardless, I really should be more careful in the future. Cy is scrambling around trying to get class ready, so I figure I have a few minutes before he takes roll.
Women are lame. That’s all I have to say about that.
Saw “Waiting” and plan on seeing it again with friends, and anyone who has EVER had a job as a server, cook, dishwasher, busboy, greeter/host, bartender, should watch it. It touts itself as a dick-and-fart comedy, which is good, because I was pleasantly surprised that it was so much more. In fact, I am taking the other writers so that they can learn a thing or two about pacing, timing, and avoiding convention.
Cy just called my name in roll, and I am ALWAYS last, which means its time to begin. TTYL.