With two minutes left I ask my Samoan if he knows the answer to number 12. I always have a problem with that type of thing and it's not that I don't understand I just can't see the point. I broke the lead of pencil and took a drink through the window, it's done. But summer is on the way. Today I tripped over a leprachaun. I thought they were lies or dead at least but there he was a little bit drunk at my feet. He tested me by proposing a match of sumo.
this is the worst part of the school year. and of work, for that matter, as I will soon have to go to work, and it's beautiful out. ::sigh::
