Do the Hellen Keller.

Ok, I've just realized my first title [You've got until midnight... to die.] was kind of... macabre.
Especially if someone reads this and then dies.
Sorry if I've jinxed it, peoples of the interwebz.
>.<

Isn't death a curious thing?
What happens afterwards?
Are there other planets with people just like us?
Are we being observed by impossibly intelligent aliens?

Whoa.

I've gone on a complete existential trip.
>.>

In other news...
Choir rehearsals are squeezing the energy slowly and painfully out of me.
Thank the Gods the concert is on Thursday.
I shall bring pictures!
Just because I need to learn how to do this uploading thing.
Because, let's face it, I phail at Internet-ing things.
^_^

I hope Emma gets to post!
But, if not, I'm here.
Yaaaay.
Cheer people, cheer!

I failed a Lit Workshop quiz today.
Just because I was f@#*%$~ late!
Damn my eldery Principal!
She was the one talking to me anyways.
#($#*$#*%$)(!



Shush girl, shut your lips.
Do the Hellen Keller and talk with your hips.

->Vict-oh-ri-ah