We got the facts, and we can write good...

So this is my 100th post, and I'm going to take this opportunity to point out the fact that I'm a huge bitch, and people should ignore my last post. The first paragraph means nothing. People make me mad and I snap. It's like the burn book in Mean Girls. Only I don't accuse my teachers of selling drugs, I accuse them of having big wangs. Oh my.

Two finals down, four to go. I should be studying right now, but Katie and I are having a fun time being counter-productive and devious...
Jared put us on notice...


So we put Jared on notice...



Yeah, we're pretty much the coolest people ever. Except that we both hate our noses. And then I taped my nose up and scared the crap out of Katie when she came back into the room. But I've been scaring people a lot lately. I scared people at Mugby last night, and then I scared people in the senate office today, and yesterday Carla "scared" Rick in the Union. I rock. And so does Carla. And so does Katie because she saw a picture of a spider on my computer today. And screamed really loud. And Tasha rocks too because she likes gross fingers that are falling apart. And Betsy and Nick rock because we are smart asses and never have to see Ristow again.

The End.