Working For The Weekend

Yeah,

That title

Is a total and complete lie.

I shall be partying this weekend.

Makes me sound like a drunken college student.

But I'm not partying like that.

I'm not that stupid.

I mean party like dance all silly and other festive things.

General happiness ensues.

And about the lack of a blog post yesterday,

Blame the AP US for that one.

I had a test today.

Which means I was studying my guts out yesterday.

And I think that maybe,

I pulled it off.

I think my essay wasn't dreadfully ridiculous.

Even though I was placing a heavy bias on Massachusetts.

Because really, colonial Virginia kind of sucked.

A lot.

But it's in the past.

The test and gargon.

It's Friday.

Meaning

WEEKEND.

Well,

It'll be the weekend after I read those pages for history.

I swear, that one class alone could keep me busy all the time.

But again,

Whatever.

It's happy-dancing-time.

And later happy-crazies-football-game-time shall commence.

God, I love my friends.

Here's a mathematical equation of awesomeness to describe them in terms of wicked coolness:

They're like:

4(EPIC) x WIN + dingdong/ 5 = my friends.

Yes.

Highly mathematical stuff we've got here.

And I'm a feeling a little bit creeperish right now

Because I realized that we quite possibly stalked/creeped on him three out of four days this week.

That's pretty creepy, if I do say so myself.

Again.

Whatever.

I am WITHOUT INHIBITIONS!

Which is why I typed that in all caps,

Ooo, rebellious.

Or,

REBELLIOUS!

Something about caps lock screams anarchy.

Yeah.

Right.

I'm rambling

(I have been this whole time, but now it's getting weird)

So I"ll leave you to your glorious Friday revolutions.

I bid the all the silly-dancing, lampshade-on-head fun that you can possibly bear this weekend.

ADIEU!

And what the heck, right, WITHOUT INHIBITIONS!

I LOVE YOU.