Leaving bcis, I survived the seventh level of hell a.k.a. procuring a prom ticket. Watched kit devour copious amounts of ketchup while rachel looked on in horror. When she ate the uh-oh-oreo that was smothered in tomato paste, everyone else was horrified too.
Speech was a continuation of the absurdity that is my a day schedule. I found a link to the rejected cartoons and will post it at a later date.
After escaping from the detention center, I came home and opened the mailbox and found my letter of acceptance to ut austin inside. Much rejoicing ensued. I am now at ease and can fully allow senioritis to set in. ::sigh of contentment::
Except for the fact that scholarships are due when we get back. eep.