Drama

(Sung to the tune of Frere Jaques in a sarcastic manner.)
Drama Drama
Drama Drama
I love you
I love you
Drama Drama Drama
Drama Drama Drama
I love you

Ode to Amanda

Amanda Amanda
Who is greater than Amanda?
Is it Craig?
No. (Craig is too liberal.)
Is it the Pope?
Nope. (He's gonna be dead soon.)
Is it a monkey with AIDs?
No. (They are in Africa.)
No one is better than Amanda.
Or is there someone out there...?
No. (There is only one Amanda Banker)

(This post is dedicated to Amanda Banker.)

*bump*

Emmy Rossum post bumped off page. This is dedicated to Lizzie.

European Lowlands

A couple of days ago my teacher was talking to someone about political turmoil of the European lowlands. She was a little shocked by that stuff, so she tells my friend Don about it, and he began yelling:
"Oh man!.. Dude! Don't tell me you're into the European lowlands too!"

But then when my teacher got to the part about the political turmoil, Don ran away all of a sudden. And then the next day, Don's uncle told me that the reason Don was so freaked out was because he has a fear of political turmoil from childhood. Sometimes Don can be a little weird like that, but all he cares about is my own good...

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1:00AM

Don't you just hate those nights when you lie restless in your bed, unable to sleep. Well, tonight is one of those nights for me. Tomorrow is my Friday, the last day of school for the week. Tomorrow is the last day of classes for the week. Note to Chase: I may be able to go to the Peter Cincotti concert! It all depends on what time play gets over. My one-act performs early in the show, and we can leave when we are done with ours. The concert doesn't start until eight o' clock. I'll call you when I get out of school at 12:30. I just need to somehow find ten dollars, and I am golden for the student rush tickets. I am so tired, but I can't sleep. My retarded parents let my brother have a friend spend the night....AND I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL IN THE MORNING! What were they thinking! I can't sleep with these dipshits making so much noise. Yeah, this friend Ian has over is a total loser. He thinks he is going to make a living in life by skating. *laughs* I refer to the piece of crap as douche bag. I am actually losing brain cells being around these two. My brother needs to get a new group of friends--Some that actually have a future that doesn't include being some large fat man's bitch in prison. Lizzie, I am one more post closer to bumping the large Emmy Rossum post off the main page. I know you will be happy to hear that. Anyway, I am going to go upstairs and attempt to go to bed.

Alter-ego

hello, this is not Sean, this is Sean's other personality. Sean is watching QE, they are making over a Wiccan. Sean is not a wiccan, he is the spawn of Satan. It's okay though. Sean calls people and marks all messages URGENT. Even when they're not. See? Spawn of Satan I tell you. I'm going to go watch QE now.