I haven't heard that from everyone on the forum, but thanks. You're pretty awesome, yourself.
Hopefully that almost-stripper teacher would have come up with a better name than "Candy," which is supposedly what my teacher's fake name was. Also, stripper antics are much worse than rumors about past stripper antics. It must have been a little traumatizing to deal with that teacher.
...Oh, shit. I just realized that in less than twelve hours I'll have to be awake, when I'm used to sleeping at like four or five AM. It will be, uh, interesting to see how that works out.
Bleh, yeah, after roughly four hundred trips to Staples I better be ready for school. I'm not particularly looking forward to it, though. Almost all of my classes this semester take place in portables, and if the stories floating around my school are true, then my homeroom teacher is an insane former stripper. Should make things interesting, regardless of whether it's true or not. I guess I'll find out in...well, in like thirty hours. Shit.
Also, any issue with supposedly not talking to me enough can be solved very easily. Either I ramble enough to make up for like forty conversations, or after reading a quarter of said ramblings it's decided that I'm just too crazy/boring/[adjective] to continue speaking to.
Or, you know, visitor messages and such. Those solve that problem quite nicely, too.