Tomorrow!

Tomorrow! Tomorrow! The sun will shine tomorrow!

Last day of finals, baby! Yeah. Luncheon tomorrow. Ew. In a car with a teacher. =/ But I will have Joe Canada with me, so ::phew::. I think I will dress punk rock tomorrow for the English speech and I think my persuasive topic will be entitled "Why listen to PUnk Rock?" Because, hey, its friggin entertaining and I'm fuckin tired of hearing about AIDS/HIV and Teen Pregnancy. Why can't everyone just use a fuckin condom, damnit?

I should be doing a million things right now. Washing the dishes. Writing my speech. Studying for Spanish. Memorizing the skit. Memorizing my written speech. But nah. And Mickey! Where you at, black?

I'm fresh out of wit. Used it all. Nevermind, I woke up today and I didnt' have any. Went to Starbucks again today and got a glimpse of the Mr. Hot. I will call him that. Mr. Hot. It sounds nice right? Today I took a nap to the Wayne Brady Show and I swear, I had a dream about a Car Shop in a flood. Freaky? And it had that guy from that show Mister Sterling or whatever and when I woke up I thought it was real. Then I wondered why the hell it was so sunny and remembered we got out early. Finals are stupid. I'm out.