mysuck

so basically myspace is down
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*dies*
damn you tom. you just had to have a fit of technological energy and decide to recode the 'home' section of myspace on the very night when i am sitting home with nothing to do but watch reruns of Gilmore Girls and print out photos of wentworth miller.
sidebar: The Quest For Wentworth!!! the journey begins tomorrow!!!

anywho. today was interesting in the way that only days when you ditch dt to watch Miss Shanahan rapping to the black eyed peas, eat nothing but shapes and coconut, tell Mr Watson he is like a 'surrogate tutor teacher' to you, read the same copy of ok! magazine again and again and draft a letter to Tyra Banks begging her to fly you and your friends to LA to be a guest on her show are interesting.
we played charades in modern. it was pretty much the highlight of the day since miss shanahan was obviously too exhausted to try her usual method of please-please-at-least-pretend-to-be-doing-work-and-ill-supply-you-with-copious-amounts-of-chocolate, and let us do nothing but make idiots of ourselves for the entire lesson.
as usual, we began with what she attempted to make an 'educational' game, and ended up screaming with laughter over the fact that beth was named Urine Baby in celebrity heads.
hmm.
im really going to miss modern.