I need to go review the dmhgficexchange fics.
Mebbe later. I still need to read bk11 's. and vote. and so do YOU!!

I need 30 hours a day. Maybe I'll start skipping history lectures....yeah. no. stupid conscience.

*pokes at the dead!lj*

So...it's been BREAK!! WHOO! Too bad I still have hw to do. And that reeks of loserness. I ought to be in Miami partying or something with wet t-shirt contests and Girls Gone Wild (which is a gross enterprise, btw. Joe Francis needs to be locked up, IMHO). Or is that later? idunno. Well. Either way, I'm writing an essay about the New Deal and another on frame narrative and solving physics problems about optics. Fun times.

But I went home, and my lil sis had her junior prom (she looked wonderful). But I felt a bit...regretful for not going to my junior prom because I decided to be "rebellious" and not go. That, and I didn't want to fork up $45 for a bid, $$ for a dress, and still go stag because the high school boys were....odd, let's just say. (read as: mostly sexist, racist, and/or drugged out or just plain stupid. With a few exceptions, but really- the good ones are always taken, no?). That's not to mention that it was held in Holiday Inn. Classy.

Still. I missed out on this grand American tradition of dressing up and going out and spending way too much moolah and watching all my classmates make utter fools of themselves on the dancefloor (I heard there was a drug bust. Apparently, someone decided to bring in pot-laced pastries without realizing that, really, the muffins still smell like pot. *headdesk*). Fun times.

So, was prom worth it for you?

I did go to an after-prom bowling party with some friends though. Note of warning: poofy dresses, waxed floors, and heavy balls (hee!/ is two) do not mix well.



But I did go home this week. And there was a




Not the greatest picture. But it's a peach tree in the backyard that's blossoming, and we couldn't figure out where it came from because we never planted one.

It turns out that dear old Dad was eating a peach last year, and instead of throwing away the pit, he tossed it into the ground, expecting that it would decompose or something. And the pit grew into a tree.

And now, my sister wants to stage a Peach Dance thingy to make sure it'll flower and grow fruit so we can eat peaches now. I haven't got the heart to tell her that that'll probably not happen anytime soon, no matter if there's a Peach Dance or not and- I think I see her out there throwing glitter at the tree chanting "Peach" by Prince. oh god- I'm taking pictures.