| it seems harder this year.
the papers are harder to start, harder to write, harder to finish.
i'm not motivated.
and i rarely sleep or eat.
BUT OKAY! It's worth it. It's worth it. It's also almost over.
It's worth it.
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| WHAT IS ALL OF THIS.
I just want to DAHNCE.
except not really, because I can't actually dance.
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Troy: What's up?
Chad: What's up? Oh, let's see, um, you missed free-period work-out
yesterday to audition for some heinous musical, and now suddenly people
are ... confessing! Yeah, and Zeke ... *grabs Zeke walking by* Zeke is
baking! Creme brulee!
Troy: Oh, what's that?
Zeke: Oh, it's a creamy custard-like filling with a caramelized surface. It's really satisfying.
Chad: Shut up, Zeke!
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seth: how was your night?
ryan: marissa got drunk, we got pulled over by the cops with an open bottle of vodka
seth: hey, that marissa, she's really making life interesting for you.
ryan: yea, we got into a fight
seth: what about the cop?
ryan: got a radio call. let us off with a warning for a busted tail light. now you see why i hate christmas.
seth: hang on a second, ryan. um, it seems to me that what we
have here is a chrismukkah miracle. thank you! think about it for a
second. the old ryan atwood, what would've happened? he woulda
got busted. for sure. but this time, you had Jesus working for you
right? and you also had Moses. working together, the super
team. fighting for you, to keep you safe and give you a second
chance. touched by an angel. that's nice. it's got a good ring to
it. i believe my faith has been restored.
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