There's the mean old science teachers; the nice middle-aged language teachers; the cool social studies teachers who are in their 30s, dance to Michael Jackson in class, and eat lunch with students...
The other day I overheard two history teachers talking about how this one math teacher lives in the city and probably kicks homeless children off her car every morning before work.
I'm not saying I doubt it, but they could at least try to be subtle.
Also, there are two computers in my house. One has no internet and the other can't print for shit. Now I'm incapable of printing out any homework and the one with internet access is at my mother's desk, so I can't use it unless I'm home alone...like now.
But I am taking art in school, which makes up for my lack of spare time drawing-wise and maybe I could actually upload something...if the scanner wasn't connected to the computer lacking internet. Once again, FAIL.
On a better note, look at these picture. They make me SO FRIGGING HAPPY every time I see them.
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Homophobia: The irrational fear that gays will invade and rearrange your furniture.
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Frozen California? There's a part of California that's actually cold?
(I live in the sunny parts.)
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...and then there was the big fat cider vinegar garlic pickled and
the little not straight yellow pocket dunked all the fried pot
dumpling stickings into the plate hole where it buzzed and boiled
and rose until it floated on top of the nipple breast head
Haha by the way, your icon is so cute
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Homophobia: The irrational fear that gays will invade and rearrange your furniture.
Click to feed a stray --> [link]
I live in Northern CA too. (SF Bay Area.)
My brother lives in San Diego though.
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...and then there was the big fat cider vinegar garlic pickled and
the little not straight yellow pocket dunked all the fried pot
dumpling stickings into the plate hole where it buzzed and boiled
and rose until it floated on top of the nipple breast head
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