Darn Chipmunks
Monday, 22 December 2008
Right now you should be asking yourself, "Myself, what exam does this insane individual with nice pajamas speak of?" Well, my good lad or lady (depending on your gender, of course), I have the answer for you. The answer is: I have no idea -- it just sounded like a witty thing to say at the time and now I'm trapped in a very deep ditch without a rope, candle, or packet of animal crackers because I no longer have any wittiness pumping out of my otherwise witty cranium. I think my fuse just blew, and not literally. My circuits are healthy, thank you very much for asking. Well, I'm not sure about my neurons. I think it would be of my best interest to discontinue typing of this subject matter any longer because it's doing me no good and it's doing you no good. Therefore, what good does it do? I bet it would make somebody giggle, but definitely not one of us. No way, Josie. Nah uh.
I'm skipping school tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow. Tee-hee. I actually think I watched the movie The Day After Tomorrow on a day that I missed school. The irony!
Y'know what? I have to finish a library book before tomorrow because it's due and I don't feel like renewing it, but I don't have a ride to the library . . . oh no . . . have a good one!