I'm at summer school right now, prepare for onslaughts of CRAZINESSSSSSSSSSSSs

Hey loyal reader(s). I'm just going to inundate you with lots and lots and lots of references to my summer school class. If you're not in it (i.e. Kiah and Sasha) then you will have no idea what's going on. I'm sorry. I haven't updated in a week and this is the best I can come up with right now.

I could tell you about my eye first though! I got sand in it while I was wearing my contacts and it was all ARGHANUBGB ANGER so then I had to flush it. That hurts. You wouldn't think that splashing water into your eye would hurt like hell, but you'd be mistaken. So right now I am wearing my old glasses because contacts would be a very bad idea right now. I wish I had a picture of my bloodshot-goodness, but it's not red at all right now. Stupid quickly healing body, stealing all my blog material.

Essentially, class discussions about The Great Gatsby consist of remarks that question the character's sexuality, discussions about intent and whether or not Nick is even remotely sane, and agreements that Tom is, indeed, a complete asshole.

It's been a combination of vulgar tweets and hilarious collaborations and overall: a very good use of everyone's time.

Also, creepy little girls make everything better.

Noella is done blogging now because my keyboard fills her with righteous anger. Righteous of what, I question? Righteous of proper large keyboard size? As if, noella.

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