Okay, so for one of my Math classes, we have to write a one thousand word essay on the SQUARE ROOT OF PI. What in the HELL? Who honestly cares about the square root of pi so much to write A ONE THOUSAND WORD ESSAY. That's like asking people to write an essay about a spot on the floor. WHAT THE EFF, MAN? What does that have to do with anything? Nothing! It has nothing to do with anything. It's upsetting, and I don't approve. Because NOW I have to come up with all this random nonsense about pi that no one in their right mind really cares about. And dude, it's not even pi. It's THE SQUARE ROOT OF PI. Okay, like, I totally get the whole circles needing pi to save them and whatnot, BUT THAT'S IT. There is literally nothing else that pi is useful for, and I swear, if somebody gets on here and tells me something different, I will point my finger in a very disgruntled manner AND SHAKE IT. You got that?
Good.
Onward.
Next order of business.
Uhm.... so, I'm going to be the MC for the play. I really hope everyone pays attention and that no one like is goofing off or whatever. Because these people are working their ASSES off to get this play off the ground. It's like the biggest play since Cats on broadway. Not even kidding. IT'S MASSIVE. It's so massive that like, some dude had to be revived, because the dance moves are SO INTENSE, that he just like croaked right in front of me. Really scary stuff here, dudes. Not even kidding.
And yeah, I had to leave early from rehearsal, because COACH is insane and wants us to practice our TAILS off. Hello! Only made of flesh and blood here. Totally not a vampire who can kick ass and take names and see the future and whatever. Give me a freaking break. Or no, please don't. Because I don't need anything to break right now. Let's keep everything in tact please? Thank you so much.
Uhm..... Marian..... I will totally give you that budget paper that I promised like two weeks ago. I swear I will. Just like..... give me a day or something. I'm pretty sure it was due like five days ago maybe, but I literally just can't think after practice. My brain like meltsdown or something. AND LANDON DON'T GIVE ME THAT FACE, I KNOW YOU'RE GIVING ME THAT FACE! Don't make me take out the scientific calculator. Uhuh. Now you're scared. And what.
That's what I THOUGHT!
