Well, today was pajama day, but I didn't bother. I never dress up for spirit week. I'm horrible, and probably the reason our class never wins anything, but I really don't feel like coming to school in my pajamas. I sleep in the nude, anyway (kidding) so they probably wouldn't appreciate that (the administration is rather finicky about those sorts of things.)

School is very, very nearly out now. Some ten days left. I can't believe I passed everything. Seriously, I'm shitless with surprise. Amnesty on my behalf for being a douche and not doing my homework.

I'm considering breaking down and buying a yearbook for the first time in forever on Monday. I don't really want one, I just want to have it signed. I don't know what that means, or what sort of judgement that passes on my character, but I really want that. Not the book. I didn't like the design this year, anyway. I've never liked yearbooks, because I take horrid pictures and all of the people I don't want to look at seem to be everywhere in them. The same is true this year.

But I'll see to that when it comes to that.

It's Friday, which means you get to read a haiku for my English class. I love haiku, because the five-seven-five pattern, being composed entirely of prime numbers of syllable, and culminating to a seventeen-syllable poem—also a prime number—really gets me.

At any rate, here it is:

the owl is still
nighttime, owl swoops down
up it comes, happy

there it is...shitty as all-get-out, but it's mine. I like it.