SirJoshizzle

The Gossip Stone and Hitmanstuck are still in progress! It's just that I've been just so much more busy than I anticipated to be this summer, and my writing time for anything have been very short, few and far between. Since I've proven horribly well that anything I say regarding when chapters will be up can never be trusted given that I never hold my end of the bargain, I'm not even going to bother giving a time frame as to when future chapters for either story will be out because breaking a promise like that just isn't fair to anyone. What I can promise with utmost confidence, though, is that both stories will be completed. At this point, I

AP lit: That AP prompt from last year was all forms of confusion. No poli-sci: Worked on study cards while I talked with Gladys, Jannie and Mark H. and sang "You Belong With Me". "I saved myself from getting beat up by a black girl!" "Twix moment!" Choir: Practiced "Stand By Me". We're getting there. The Office: I swear, I never have anything to do for Senteno other than a few tasks that only take a couple of minutes. Returned a vest to RO and for the rest of the time studied my APAH and poli-sci lecture notes. Lunch: Potluck! Journalism: "How much is BJs?" More fun with Gladys and Gustavo. "You can tell whether it's real or weave by che

I seriously thought today was half day when I left the house. I didn't bother packing food for lunch because of it. But then in lit this morning, Ms. B was like, "Half day next week!" and I was like, "Whaaat!?" But then it was all good, because I just ate some kitsune udon in Nihongo no crass. "They should make ramen without salt." "That's not possible!" "Salt-free!" No poli-sci today, so I went to the lieberry to start on my APAH homework. Unfortunately, Gladys' presence halfway into the period and her auto body stories were distracting me. "They were just tryin' to holla at a row of hot girls." "No, a row of hot girls--plus Gladys." I swe