Soo, i guess I really will be Mr Popularity

Guess what? I get home from English Paper 1 and Music exams today, my dad tells me that he called the school while I was out to talk to my Principle and Assistant Principle about the postponing of the Music Trials and about me dropping out of the musical earlier this year. Apparently he called around 9 o'clockish and couldn't get through to either, so he told the "switchboard" that he needed to talk to the Assistant Principle as soon as possible and to leave a message for the Principle. While he waited, he was put onto my Year Advisor to talk about the Trial troubles. Mr Carson seemed to have no idea what was going on, so he wasn't much help. However, at around 11:30ish, Mr Merlino, the Assisstant Principle, was finally able to get back to my dad (he had been supervising an exam, possibly ours - i wasn't paying attention) at which point he told my dad that there had never been anything planned for tonight. How stupid. Miss Drury set it to be on tonight because Midnight Swim is going on tour on Wednesday and they only had tonight free!!! ARG!!! Now my dad doesn't want to talk to Mr Merlino again, and is awaiting Mr Roberts' phone call (Roberts is the Principle). And there is still the problem with times for performing during the day for the 15th. My cousin and the bassist will have been on tour for the past two weeks (they leave this Wednesday - good luck boys!!!) by then and will therefore have missed out on two weeks worth of uni and or work, so taking another day off might not be an option, especially seeing as the performance times will only range from 8:30 to 4:00. AAAAARGH!

Oh, and some random vandals broke in, i assume over the weekend, and broke all of the toilets. The fact that i seem to remember a sledghammer being involved may purely be my mind embelishing the story, but that is how i remember it going. Then there was a slight pinkish ooze dripping from underneath my shoes, but i think that was almost definately my mind playing tricks and once again embelishing.

Ahh, the saga that is my life ... when will it end and let me get back to the quiet life?

this is not for you dawn_of_buffy ... you are not the center of the universe

To be sung to the tune of "You are my Sunshine" ...

You are my Mexican Prostitute,
My only Mexican Prostitute,
You make me happy when skies are gray;
More happy than even my extensively insane vocabulary can say,
So please don't take my Mexican Prostitute away.


i think that writing "silly" little poems like these are way more important than studying for SOR exams.
WAAAAAAY more important.