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Some people reluctantly go to high school productions and say it was good "for a high school." Perry students? Basically professionals.
I'm the kind of tired that isn't sure if I used shampoo in the shower just now...or conditioner twice...honestly don't know.
"Charlie, did you like Peter Pan?" "No, not really...cause I wanted to watch it forever."
This year, winter is like that mop in the Swiffer commercials. Hanging around, hoping we'll fall in love again as long as he stays in view.
Skies are looking grim. Be on the lookout for the Dark Mark.
Try something unorthodox: Don't complain about going to school for the rest of the year. You just might enjoy the ride a bit more.
I keep having dreams that involve flying.
The longer I stay at school on Sunday nights, the creepier it becomes. OH MY GOODNESS. I AM RUNNING OUT OF THIS PLACE.
Remember August? FEST? It seems like yesterday AND years ago. Time is sneaky.
Oh, sure, Starbucks. Go ahead and introduce chocolate cinnamon bread. BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH ADDICTIONS.
Why does grading make me want to sleep so badly? NyQuil should bottle up these papers.
I'm terrible at naps. Plans of forty-five minutes always turn into regrets of three hours.
I never bank on weather forecasts, but if we have a two-hour delay tomorrow, the tears of joy I will cry could drown a toddler.