the cruel uneventful state of apathy releases me

so like. recently there've been a slew of LD vids being posted up on youtube. and because i'm pretty much the hottest person in the world. i'm going to post them here.

dance marathon (first performance as head. i sucked please don't look at this one)
called "practice fun 1"
"practice fun 2"
"practice fun 3"
corny culture night trailer thingy...i look so legit as a cymbaler
glory.
glory. (shortened version of the....very very extended version that i will not torture you with o_0)

wow. that was a lot. it's okay. i'm worth it.
i feel kinda sleezy now.


ANYWAYS...stolen from jeanine (b/c i have no life):

Level 1
() smoked a cigarette
() smoked a cigar
() smoked weed/other
() kissed a member of the same sex
(x) drank alcohol (har. har.)
SO FAR: 1

Level 2
(x) said "I love you" to someone
(x) had a pet die (i've killed too many)
() shoplifted
() been fired
() been in a fist or slap fight (i've witnessed one though..then was forced to confess what i saw. it was tramautizings)
() fell down a mountain
SO FAR: 3

Level 3
() snuck out of a parent's house
() had feelings for someone who didn't have them back
() been arrested
() made out with a stranger
() gone out on a blind date
(x) lied
SO FAR: 4

Level 4
() had a crush on an older/younger person
(x) skipped school
() slept with a co-worker
(x) seen someone/something die (bugs?)
SO FAR: 6

Level 5
() had/have a crush on one of my Facebook friends
(x) been to Paris
() been to Spain
(x) been on a plane
(x) thrown up from drinking (BAH >:0)
SO FAR: 9

Level 6
(x) eaten Sushi
(x) been snowboarding
() met someone BECAUSE of facebook
(x) been mosh pitting (wasn't too hardc0re but there was def some crowd surfing and stage diving...right onto me...goin' on)
SO FAR: 12

Level 7
() been in an abusive relationship
(x) taken pain killers
() loved/liked someone who you can't have (these questions all sound the same)
(x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by
(x) made a snow angel
SO FAR: 15

Level 8
() had a tea party (having been to one is diff from having had one right)
(x) flown a kite
(x) built a sand castle
(x) gone puddle jumping
() played dress up
SO FAR: 18

Level 9
(x) jumped into a pile of leaves
(x) gone sledding
(x) cheated while playing a game
(x) fallen asleep at work/school (still do folks)
SO FAR: 22

Level 10
(x) used a fake/someone else's ID (to swipe me some grub :P)
(x) watched the sunset
(x) felt an earthquake
() killed a snake
SO FAR: 25

Level 11
(x) been tickled
() been robbed/vandalized
(x) robbed someone/vandalized (i kinda stole a tiny action figure from the super market when i was really little...but my mom caught me :()
(x) been misunderstood
(x) pet a deer
SO FAR: 29

Level 12
(x) won a contest
() been suspended from school
() had detention
(x) been in a car/motorcycle accident (they hit us okay? >:0..oh i guess i did run my cousin's motorcycle type thing into a telephone pole)
SO FAR: 31

Level 13
(x) had/have braces
() eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night
(x) had deja vu
(x) danced in the moonlight (ran in it too :D)
SO FAR: 34

Level 14
(x) hated the way you look
() witnessed a crime
() pole danced
(x) questioned your heart (everyday yo. everyday. EMO)
(x) been obsessed with post-it notes (actually...my future roomie and i plan to cover our whole room with post-its...heh. heh)
SO FAR: 37

Level 15
(x) squished barefoot through the mud
(x) been lost (ALL THE TIME...actually i got lost in the medical center today. h8 that place)
(x) been to the opposite side of the world
(x) swam in the ocean/gulf/lake
(x) felt like you were dying
SO FAR: 42

Level 16
(x) cried yourself to sleep
(x) played cops and robbers
(x) recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers (sharpies count right)
() sang karaoke
(x) paid with only coins
SO FAR: 46

Level 17
(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't
() made prank phone calls
(x) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose
() kissed in the rain
SO FAR: 48

Level 18
(x) written a letter to Santa Claus
() been kissed under a mistletoe
(x) watched the sun set with someone you care about
(x) blown bubbles
() made a bonfire on the beach (so close.)
SO FAR: 51

Level 19
() crashed a party
(x) have traveled more than 5 hours with a car/bus full of people
(x) gone rollerskating/blading
() had a wish come true (i was a demanding little bugger)
SO FAR: 53

Level 20
() worn pearls
() jumped off a bridge
() screamed 'PENIS' in class
() gone swimming with dolphins
SO FAR: 53

Level 22
(x) got your tongue stuck to a pole/freezer/ice cube (not fun)
() kissed a fish
(x) worn the opposite sex's clothes (HEY!)
() sat on a roof top
SO FAR: 55

Level 23
(x) screamed at the top of your lungs
() done a one-handed cartwheel
() talked on the phone for more than 6 hours
(x) stayed up all night
SO FAR: 57

Level 24
() picked and ate an apple right off the tree
(x) climbed a tree
() had/been in a tree house
(x) are scared to watch scary movies alone
SO FAR: 59

Level 25
(x) believe/believed in ghosts
() have/had more then 30 pairs of shoes
() gone streaking
() been in jail
SO FAR: 60

Level 26
() played chicken
(x) been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on
() been told you're hot by a complete stranger
() broken a bone
(x) been easily amused (um...yes.)
SO FAR: 62

Level 27
() caught a fish then LATER ate it
(x) made or been in a video (so many...as the top of this page reveals)
() caught a butterfly
(x) laughed so hard you cried
(x) cried so hard you laughed
SO FAR: 65

Level 28
() mooned/flashed someone
(x) had someone moon/flash you
(x) cheated on a test
(x) forgotten someone's name
() slept naked (i think i tried...unsuccessfully)
() French braided someone's hair
() gone skinny dipping in a pool
() been kicked out of your house (only verbally ha.)
SO FAR: 68

Level 29
(x) rode a rollercoaster
(x) went scuba-diving/snorkeling
(x) had a cavity
() blackmailed someone
() been blackmailed
SO FAR: 71

Level 30
(x) fell going up the stairs (i just did the other day. so many fugging stairs)
() licked a cat/dog (what?)
() played hide and seek within the last 3 years
() bitten someone (wtf i don't have rabies. but i have been bitten before.)
() licked someone (i...licked myself the other day? shuddup..there was whipped cream on me)
SO FAR: 72

i still don't understand what the final number is supposed to mean >:0

this has been a very me me me me me memememememe post. please don't h8 mes.

i wait for the postman to bring me a letter

hey kids. never drink on an empty stomach.

so the story goes down like this (jades, i bet you're so excited). yesterday, i had my chem and math finals. thus i slept somewhat lateish. went to midterms, didn't finish either (wtfman) and was like omg i failed...buuut i can't do anything about it sooo time to chill!

was so excited to chill that i totally forgot about lunch. then in the middle of my chillin' i was like hm. i'll read in bed. of course this leads to a fine nap. which lasts till EIGHT PM OMFG, when my friend calls and wakes me up. she tells me taylor(kendall, sara's bro) wanted me to go to his 21st bday party at some apartment with the rest of the peeps from other side of the dorm. they were leaving at 9pm.

i'm like okay yayz. i lay around in bed for a little longer, then take a shower. i attempt to throw on the best clothes i have (since they all dressed up wtfman) and boom. the time to go has arrived. i meet the others in the suite down the hall, they shove an almost empty bottle of rum in my hands and i finish it cause i've never had the stuff before (candy doesn't count) and was curious.

we walk over...during which my stomach starts being whiny and makes me realize i hadn't eaten since 9 that morning. i sense that this could be a bad sign. we reach the apartment, meet some of taylor's old friends (from ophs, some of whom were also from track which was awesome) and the party starts.

of course this being taylor's 21st...there was much alcohol around. all bought by none other than the bday boy himself. there was also a lot of pop music for the dancing bits. to start off, we all drink a couple shots in honor of taylor. as a lame attempt to make up for the lack of food in my stomach, i stuff down some goldfish after (which as you all may know, is not very effective at this point in the game). we play big booty for a while and loosen up and then start the music.

someone mixes me a drink...that ended up having way too much alcohol. stupid as i am, i drink it anyways and we all rock out...which also probably does not do much good for my body. a friend then gets me a beer and i start on that. why? i dunno. i guess i thought a beer would be diluted enough for me to take if i drank it slowly.

wrong. looking at my watch, i realize that i had done all that in the period of maybe an hour...on an empty stomach and messed up sleep system. all the moving around did not help either. i start feeling sick and headachey everytime i get up and dance for a bit. my eyes start having trouble focusing and to my horror, everytime i moved my head too quickly, a strange vertigolike effect took place.

i fumble to the fridge to get an otterpop (shuddup, they're good) and have a rougher time than usual locating the box in the dark and opening it up. taylor comes over and i mutter loudly "is this even open, i thought it was!" with ease, he pulls the flaps aside and grabs one for me. i am scared by my own lack of coordination and am sickened by how childish i am beginning to feel.

i sit back down and just. stay there. it was weird cause everything slowed down yet i knew that the only thing slowing down was actually me. it reminded me of the scene in garden state, when the guy sits on the couch at the party and watch people fly past him. massive headache aside, the "out of this world" type feeling was strangely pleasant and i could feel myself just smiling and giggling with my eyes half open. drunk people fell all over each other and onto me as well, sometimes spilling drinks all over and yet i didn't care. i was satisfied.

unfortunately, these weird feelings were soon overtaken by the rising intensity of my headache and a very disturbed stomach. i knew it was too late, i'd drank too much too fast in the worst condition possible. a couple of my friends decide to leave and i figure that just to be safe, i should go too.

besides the sensitivity to light and sound, i do a pretty good job walking back. okay. so maybe i was a bit sluggish in my movements cause everything did still seem to go in slow motion to me but i thought "okay. maybe my liver can take it before this goes too far."

we reach the dorm and i sit in the hallway of my floor because i decide i don't wanna risk making a mess in my room for the sake of my roomies. i already felt embarrassed enough for needing support on the way home.

a couple of friends decide to sit with me and we start chatting. i get increasingly dizzy and stop talking maybe 30 min later. i zone out with my eyes closed, hoping it'll all go away soon but finally, i feel it coming.

i gasp "ohno," jump up and run for the public bathroom on our floor as fast as i can.

well so... i didn't quite make it to the toilet.

my stomach gave out right as i burst through the bathroom door. it was the worst incidence of throwing up i've ever had. even worse than the time in 8th grade. i mean. i've never had the stuff come out of my mouth and nose at the same time. repeatedly. i did eventually make it to the toilet. but all that did was make even more of a mess.

i wash myself off for maybe 10min straight and though my throat and nose burned of acid or alcohol (i couldn't tell which), my body felt somewhat better since it had nothing more to purge. looking on the bright side, it also didn't taste as bad as my previous experiences probably cause there was not much to throw up but an array of alcoholic beverages.

but still. it sucked. cursing at myself for being such an idiot and feeling miserable for effectively destroying the bathroom, i execute a lame attempt to clean a bit of the filth up (only making it worse), and finally go back out and sit around with a group of other friends in the hallway since i still did not want to risk going back to my room. i ask a couple to do me the favor of writing "please do not enter. puke everywhere! sorry!" on a piece of paper and taping it to the bathroom door because i felt so bad.

we hang out till maybe 3am...at which point i had fallen temporarily asleep. they wake me up so i wouldn't be caught by an RA. i carefully tread my way back to my room, find a plastic bag, and lie down on the floor on my side in case anything was to happen again. finally, my headache and nausea subside at around 5am: happiest moment of my life.

i sleep till 8, take a shower, climb back into actual bed after making sure my body was able to keep its insides in again, and sleep till 1pm this afternoon. woke up, found myself starving, ate at 2pm and now i'm here, feeling perfectly fine again.

so now i'm trying to figure out what state i was exactly in. it was weird cause i was thinking pretty rationally the whole time and my speech wasn't slurred at all. in fact, though i was more talkative than normal, the whole time, i was explaining the biology of alcohol's effects on the body (i was probably trying to rationalize my state of being or something). it probably surprised my friend cause she kept interrupting me with genuine "omg! you're really smart"s. it made me giggle for some reason.

i remember everything clearly, never really blacked out, and didn't have a hangover today. either i was just really buzzed and can't take empty stomachs and really bad headaches very well...or i am a nerdy drunkard that can seem fairly sober while talking about biology. either way, i can never imagine myself getting past the point i was at yesterday. nor do i ever intend to. i never want to get to the point where people'd have to take care of me cause my brain's regressed to the functional capacity of a 2 yr old baby.

okay. maybe unless i get really depressed or something. cause hell, depressed people are never rational in the first place.

all in all i have learned:
1. i have low tolerance (most likely...i couldn't tell how much it really was but i'm sure it wasn't too much)
2. empty stomachs are really really bad for alcohol
3. what the "out of it" buzzed feeling feels like
4. i probably cannot be buzzed without risking throwing up (unless it was the empty stomach's fault)
5. OR i can be drunk and still function at a pretty high level intellectually (doubtful)
6. vomit can come out of your nose
7. empty stomachs are still really really bad for alcohol
8. PLEEZ NO MO'. for nows.

it was such a nice day out today. and all i've done was vegetate. awesomes.

i get scared but i'm not crawlin' on my knees

so remember that cute little story i told you about the other day. it's kinda fuzzy now in my memory...but i believe it was about some retarded sleep deprivation that my body had decided to conduct on itself.

WELL IT WORKED ALRIGHT.

this morning, i wake. it's beautiful outside (pouring rain). i feel awesome. my body is so rested up and satisfied that i feel like i could run 10 miles (or maybe .10).

i let out a "awman life is good" sigh and casually glance over at my alarm clock.

1pm.

first reaction: freeze.
second: *dumb stare*
third: maybe i read the time wrong...i need my glasses
fourth: k no. it's still wrong. even with my glasses...clock must've run outta batteries

at this point my phone starts ringing and somehow my disoriented brain reasons this as "okay, well maybe it's saturday and a friend is calling" cause obviously the two go hand in hand (don't ask why). but then i realize that this idea is clearly absurd.

i start panicking and let out a somewhat loud moan. my roomie shuffles in her chair and declares her presence. she also seems very amused at my talent of sleeping for long periods of time.

i moan even louder and ask what time is it. she chuckles and answers. my heart sinks. it's over now. i have officially slept through all my classes for the first time at college. urgh.

chem and math. chem is okay cause my prof is retarded. math on the other hand...unacceptable. homework was due today. zero. what's worse, i realize that i woke right as class ended.

i sit up only to end up flat on my back again groaning at the pain in my chest.
the points! all those precious points! precioussss!! this must be worse than losing a lover.

okay. so maybe i'm exaggerating a little. but hey. you get the point. (speaking of points...OMGZ THOSE POINTS! NADA :(...)

anyways i call my mom back (she's the one who called) and she informs me she is on her way to pick me up (yes i am home now...for her bday cause i'm such. a good child like that. obviously.). she also hears the awful croak in my voice, finds out i've been sleeping, and panics when she finds out i didn't attend class. so does not help.

anyways. i jump outta bed after a final MUH and pack at lightening speed. i had so many other little errands to do this morning too. so. pissed.

this whole...ordeal has made me somewhat scared. i'm going to have to start using two alarm clocks again now. so cannot happen again. just...why. WHY?!!

anyways.
so ever since the vt shooting, my mom has been paranoid that i'll be the next violently suicidal homicidal perpetrator for some reason. actually, this typically happens after every news report or new magazine article about these types of occurrences. something along the lines of i dunno!! i can never tell!! you were always so quiet when you were little and never showed any emotion and and blahblahblah.

ironically, i'm actually the one who sits in class constantly thinking up all escape routes possible in case something like this was to ever happen.

yousee. i've got routes planned for all situations. if the dude came through the back door, or front, or even the seat behind me (though...i'm pretty sure if that was the happen, there'd be a .0000001 survival rate). the hardest things to plan however are about whether or not i should play dead or run for it or look for cover or even attack the dude given various situations. it's pretty complicated man.

know what's even funnier, a couple times i've gotten so paranoid at these thoughts that i was pretty convinced something would happen. i even started sweating a little. man i'll tell ya, the end of class never felt so good.


mmm..what else. well. i can't believe i spent 3 hours this afternoon stuck in my car with my sis at the park(it was still pouring outside) while she painted my mom's bday gift in the trunk...which reminds me. she still has to clean off the paint stains >:|


i think that's all i have to say for now
...whoa wait. it hailed in the op today?

i still love the way you feel

HELLO ALL...ONE-AND-A-HALF PEOPLES WHO READ THIS

still alive. also just had a really bad night of sleep in which i...did not feel like sleeping and had to finally force myself into bed at 2:30, only to find once again that it doesn't work on me. rolled around in bed in a pretty horrible manner, gave up momentarily and watched videos on my ipod, and finally entered an inbetween state of consciousness around maybe 4 or so. went in and outta what-you-could-call-sleep-but-really-wasn't for 3 hours until my body finally got pissed off and refused to rest any longer. sooooo i lied in bed for an hour, staring at the ceiling and despairing at the fact that my mind was wide awake but my body still felt like shit. got up, took a shower and now i'm here.

that was long. i don't think my head is actually working properly yets. buuuut OHWELLS

alright. sooo last week, we had our big culture night performance which was pretty damn fun. getting lost in the maze of royce's basement is also fun. playing with one of those hugeass ghetto elevators designed for heavy materials...and then getting stuck inbetween the floors and being able to see all the dead things (well...and some alive) plastered to the walls...was fun too. oh. and entering from the back entrance that was designated "artist's entrance" just made me feel like a goddamn star(or. something).

and that was everyday for a week. skipped some class and was proud of myself too.

then there was this afterparty thing for the performance a night later at some club. that was also very exciting. esp since a couple of fellow newbies and i managed to sway some older (and more stubborn) members to go *cough*engineers*cough*

all of the above left me on a high. and i was basically oblivious to the world and probably did not care either. sometimes, it's nice to be distracted from reality i guess.

buuut then but then butthen (wow sorry, my heads). ohey "butthen" looks like "butt hen" hahahah. k.

then everyone got really restless cause when you suddenly go from having practice like 12 hours a day for 7 days straight to ...none, it feels like something is terribly missing. the remedy?

facebook (duh.)

so people posted pics and started commenting and just...kept on commenting (the 5 or so "someone has commented on a picture of you" emails every hour make me feel popular, really). to make it worse, someone posted youtube videos of practice making it all nostalgic and shiz. it was good when yesterday came around and we were able to...lion dance all the energy out.

shiz i'm hungry. breakfast break.


okay. sooo chem is still retarded. had my first quiz. made by the TAs with a time limit of 20min each, they are meant to be failed. except i did not know that. fuckers.

so yeah. i panicked, did poorly yadda yadda and neandered out the classroom in uttershock. too bads for my life.

later that day i attend my first tutoring session. where i was informed that the averages on the quizzes are usually "3 or 4 pity points" on each quiz...adding up to maybe "14 outta 40" total points possible. which made me feel a hell of a lot better.

but then he informs us that our prof is a week behind in his lectures from where he should be and that it is most likely we won't even reach our whole last ochem section. we're like "um. screweded?" ...and the tutor is like...no...it's okay...not. really. i mean [the next chem prof] will probably do a review for you and it's all just useless naming stuff you never use anyways (basically, yes. you are teh screwed.)

i also realize that if this turns out to be true, then that 40bucks i spent on the st00pid "specialized 3 chapters of ochem for ucla students" we had to get would have been for nothing. fjdaffjkdl

anyways. so mr. tutorman also takes a poll on how many people still attend class. basically the only ones were the girl next to me, the guy two seats down, another dude in the back row and...me. the tutor's only comment was "yuh that's what i thought." i was personally embarrassed.

so we start the lesson. i answer something wrong and am told another student in his previous class answered the same exact way and that my TA "is on crack," which was very comforting for a split sec cause i was still pissed about the quiz. however i realized soon after just how d00med for chem i was (ITSNOTEVENOCHEMYETFORCRYINOUTLOUDWAH).

i think chem finally did me in...my brain is crashing. yaysleeeeeeeep. but math hw. must. do. noes.

fuggernuts.

all the mistakes one life could take

today in chem:


1. "now, what is goin' on here is a very interestin' phenomenon where...

...

...well... i dunno, y'all can look it up on wikipedia.com. they've gotta...uh... good description 'bout it."

2. "so what's happenin' in this reaction, it's like hikin'. say ya start from here 'n take this path 'n yer friend starts at the same place 'n goes this way instead. now...um. well. er. *insert frustrated noise and 5 sec pause* man, ah had it all planned 'n figured out nicely before...

...well. whatever. ANYWAYS these two reactions added together equals the final 'un."


and last but far from least 3. (my favorite)

(writes on board while talking) "so deltaH of fusion is when the state function is goin' from a solid to a liquid. so. it equals [H of liq] - [H of solid].

now what 'bout deltaH of melting? that's when it's goin' from a liquid to a solid. so. it equals [H of solid] - [H of liq]."

(wave of confusion passes over previouslycomotose class)

"so-"[student interrupts]

student: isn't melting from a solid to a liquid?

"...[stares dumbly for a sec]...wai- um. could ya say that again?"

(student repeats)

"...[turns and stares at board for a few sec]...um...[seems more confused]...oh. wait. yes. [corrects board for H of melting]...

so-i'm sorry-the deltaH of fusion is for liquid ta solid [starts correcting board again]"

(second wave of confusion in audience)

student: isn't fusion and melting the same thing?

"... ... ...um. ye-es. yuh. it is. [recorrects halfway corrected writing on board. then stares at board]

...so um. the change from liquid ta solid would be...actually ah don't think there's a word fer it..."

several (v annoyed)students: wouldn't it just be FREEZING?!!

"...ah yes! yuh. so it'd be. deltaH of freezing [returns to board]."

(much suppressed laughter from class)



it's even better when you can hear his southern accent.

yups.
i wanted to cry.

where no one notices the contrast of white on white

okay. this is dumb. it's only the second day back but each day feels like it contains 48 hours rather than 24. therefore, it feels like i've been here twice as long as i really have. know why?

BECAUSE I HAVE ALMOST NOTHING TO DO.

that's right. pretty much no work. at ALL. i did my like 2 pages of reading for my first sexclusterseminar on thurs already. i've had one chem and math class already but amazingly, we learned almost nothing. i've never had profs who spent almost all of the first day of class...going over syllabi (and btw, my chem prof is kinda...inexperienced as my ta has informed us today. great.). today i've had math and chem disc. both of which we got out early cause THERE WAS NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT. >:0

this lack of work is unnerving. in a horribly restlessly itchingly nagging way. having work drives me crazy. not having work drives me insanes too. wahh

only cause i know everything will hit about a week later. when chem and math have fully booted up and my seminar starts assigning 338943 hour documentaries to watch and my other seminar 's readings progress farther than "read 3/9th of a page intro to book."

in addition lion dance has just informed us via email of our practice schedule this/next week:

wed(tomorrow): practicez!! YAYZ + ONE EXTRA HOUR OF FUN (we know you haven't been practicing over breaks *evil grin*)
thur: MORE PRACTICES YAYZ
fri: DONT YOU <3333 PRACTICE
sat: RETREAT AKA WHOLE DAY PRACTIZ
sun: CONTINUATION OF WHOLEDAYPRACTICE THINGIMEANRETREAT
sun...um. night: REHEARSAL AKA PRACTICE...JUST WITH MORE PEEPLZ AROUND!
mon: PRACTICEZYO ITS GOOD FOR YOU REALLY
tues: REHEARSALS AGAINZ
wed: WHOLE DAY REHEARSALZ BETCHES! (what about class?) OH FORGOT ABOUT THATS WE'LL FIGURE SOMETHINGOUT. BESIDES, PRANCING AROUND IN ROYCE HALL IS BETTERS
wed...um. night: showtime bitches. hope you're not dead by this time.

nah, i'm sure it'll be tons of fun.

also, my new schedule so far:


gloriously empty.

she's drunk enough when she's sober

@ SCHOOLZBAHAHA.

so on the way here, i noticed a sign by the freeway that said "university of phoenix next exit."

now, i always thought the university of phoenix was in youknow.. phoenix, arizona. but i guess that was my crazy logic at work again.


youknow how awesome it would be to be at school...without schooling. man. the endless possibilities.

but really. it's nice to be back. besides the being away from ze 'ol friends and the nicer air quality and op-specific dining (subcontractor?! juice?!), of course. being home also has its tensions and stresses and awkwardness. it's initially sorta nice to a certain extent and then it becomes just plain. uncomfortable.

and as dr. stanfordman "sarcoidosis" says: PROLONGED STRESS IS BAD FOR YOU KIDDIES!!!1

but i still really don't wanna work.

seriously.

hey! teacher! leave them kids alone

BAH! SCHOOLS! WORK! CHEMS! MATHZ?! WHAT?!


NO!