So here's the deal...anyone who feels the urge to be photographed in all their Prom-time Splendor may come to my house at five-thirty ((o'clock)) Saturday. We have nice green grass and red tulips. And let's not forget about the bush.

I'm going to take a moment to express my love for self-contained food products. For example: Ice cream cones, bread bowls, tacos. All fantastic. And portable.

Tomorrow is Great East and I am very excited. Just the fact that I will be on a coach bus with Martin, Birkelah, Miles, Marty and other fantastic people makes me forget that I am a solid color. But throw in Cantique, Dippin' Dots and some good old fashioned thrill rides, and I'm yours forever.

Since I don't have to be at school tomorow till ocho menos cuarto, Miles is coming over and I'm making him breakfast. There may be fresh fruit involved. We'll see what happens.

Veiga founded a religion today in gym. It revolves around my pink scarf. Her holy book is "1001 Things to do with a Pink Scarf". Kellie: I can think of more than that, but I don't want to brag." Amen.

No pre-cal tomorrow. Tacos for everyone.

ash @ 5:55 PM