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ahhh, high school.
filled with hilarious competitions featuring a few very attractive boys.
my type of night :]
the theme was When I Grow Up...
organized by...i cannot remember which club. but it was brilliant.
allyson, possibly one of the smartest, most hard working girls in the entire universe,
did a LOT of work, and was an adorable MC
and all the guys were hysterical.

one thing that bugged me though.
the middle aged people behind me.
wow.
they laughed in that cliche' movie way.
it made a little piece of me die inside.
if i ever end up laughing like that, acting like a frigging yuppie,
i've given my friend rachel(cali rachel, not walrus rachel) permission to shoot me in the throat.

dang middle aged people.

(note: nothing's bold or italicized because i am utterly exhausted. spring break is only TWO DAYS away. which feels like a frigging eternity right now...blegh)

music suggestion of the day: Somewhat Undecided
http://www.myspace.com/somewhatundecided

book suggestion: I Am The Messenger by Markus Zusak
http://www.randomhouse.com/features/markuszusak/