Hmm. This afternoon was a bit stressful, but I won't really go into that. Ugh.
Lunch was nice. Jada and I performed Sgt. Pepper's, though it was quite confusing at times (totally Jada's fault ;)). And I played air drums with sound effects and even a foot solo. Lovely.
Jennifer accused me of having dirty thoughts about Mike Nesmith. Ahem… no comment. :)
She asked me who I'm into now and I said "Keith Moon… but he's dead". Which ah, grossed them out a bit.
She asked me who I like that's alive and I said "well, that British dude on Dead Like Me is cute. But, well, in the show he's dead". Which made them think I'm even more weird. Oh well.
Jada's boyfriend was on Drew Carey today. My brother was like "OH CRAP, I KNOW WHO THAT IS!" but couldn't think of his name. Well DUUUUH. I had to look it up. So at least now I have proof that Peter Frampton no longer possesses his, ahem, "glorious" hair. Come on, only Roger has glorious hair. I mean, like, Peter Tork had pretty awesome hair too. I had dreams about it. Heh heh. But I mean, Roger, honestly.
Weeeeell, I'm supposed to be working on English and getting everything done in like a week, so my entries will probably be shorter. Not that anyone cares though. Ta.