Yoikes. Yoikes yoikes yoikes yoikes. Between talks about backyard missile silos, voodoo paper, and the end of the zombie apocalypse, I have no idea what the hell is going on. It's like that clip of the old guy, and he says "...and whenever I open my mouth to speak I usually have no idea what the f*** I'm talking about!!", and I just really feel that on a deep level today. Like seriously. I have had the worst couple of days, though, but I won't bore you with the details of my personal life.
Oh, crap. Two of the guys in this class just got into a slap fight. AND, on top of all of that, VIKKI IS AWOL. A. W. O. L. AWOL. And I am sad. I gotta go to gymnastics after this. I always complain to myself about having to go, 'cause I hate it, but then I get there and remember how much I actually love it, so I keep going. 'Cause I do love it. I really do.
I gotta go.
Until next time,
Luci
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