Its Our Night
I hate Tuesdays. Its the only day without free blocks hence forcing me to skip chinese. I can't help feeling immoral and somewhat rebellious but hey..i need to eat. Anyway, After school hours were spent sitting in a hall full of talented people looking awfully strange. The whole formality of it all bugged me. I mean like your friends all groomed up in blazers and ties just seemed too unsettling. Maybe the uneasiness stemmed from me being the only clown who was without a tie.
Like how could i forget. Well anyway, we all did the go-on-stage-shake-hand-bow thing with teachers walking back and forth sticking stickers on you if there was somethign wrong with your uniform. They caught people for unpolished shoes, slightly longer than the acjc standard hair(which is really not long at all) and well oversized blazers. I don't know but i thought the whole 'its a glamourous night' thing was so melodramatic. Sigh excuse me for sounding like an mgs girl. I hadn gotten enough sleep.
Quote:" eugene you look like some bartender "
