That made not one point...annyways.
Practice makes perfect.
Perfect practice makes perfect.
Soo...I'm bored. Half day of school. I'm not going to kill myself with practice just yet. It's a holiday. EFFING HOLIDAY. {I'm probably right when that Johno-sounding voice says, "There is no holidays!" but I beat that voice with a stick.}
And there was this one time...
Let's burn the flaggets to the ground.
Gunna go watch Fight Club...gunna go watch Fight Club...gunna go...
Pssst. I don't feel like it {the result of menstating. I'm sure you didn't want to know that}.
Okkay then...
