Maybe She's a Door Salestrout

Okay this has to be short because I have to jam in a few minutes and it's already 8 and break is over and I mustn't worry. Today I did nothing. Again. But the Red Wings beat Columbus again, this time 4-0. I stayed up to watch the last 2 periods and therefore was insanely tired. But Detroit was seriously wooping. I was even surprised at how good they were.

I have a physics-like test in French tomorrow, but just whatever. I mean, if I get a bad grade or whatever I just go over it with my dad. Because my dad is genius-like.

Ooh the clouds are a nice shade. That purple-blueish puffy stuff with streaks of very very soft red. So soft it's like pink or orange or maybe just magic. And then the sky itself is a calming light blue and the light is pretty slick.

I'm just going to sort of coast from now on. I'll try to take things less seriously at school, which isn't to say I won't try. I'll just try to chill more I guess. Because I mean really.

To Be a Door Salestrout: I so need my old-science-worktable dining room table, a pencil and AMERICAN paper, the kind with the horizontal red lines and small margins and three holes to write this future stuff.

Uh oh. I have that post-break brain fart thing where you suddenly forget simple stuff. In my case, French...verb... conjugations.

Je serai ok
tu seras
il sera
nous serons
vous serez
ils seront

Cleveland Indians on NY Yankees PWNAGE. BOO-YAH!

Dang, I gotta remember the speed of light...and how to label an eye...75.