Christianese

Rachel and I (and Mr. Zajac) have a club because we are awesom(ified). :)

This week has been good and bad and circular and not much of Nothing Much. Up down up down. Larissa's laugh would symbolise my life well.

The internet just cut out... I think. Oh. Never mind, it didn't.

Hehehe. Broke down like a girl with booty today. Lots of screaming and 'Everything hates me!' in my tantrums. Cue the contents of my bag spilling absolutely everywhere. Oh! Woe is me.

If I am truthful, though, it was pretty darn hilarious.

My eyes hurt with tired. They protest. Little wooden signs. 'Down with homework'.

Ah. Wouldn't that be fantastic to see?
English will be the death of me.
My supporting materials is much too wee.
Ms. Lovell shouldn't go to Canberry.

The jury of Nothing Much has spoken. 'Aimee should shut up and go to bed.'

Great-big-fat-tiredface.