Nathaniel Hawthorne is a twerp who wrote old stories that i know have to try and decipher. we would not get along if i ever met him
oh and this shirt looks infinitely better in real life, i tried to make it look better in the picture, but it still looks kind of bad. i swear, it looks good in real life. at least, i love it. no one said anthing, so i assume it was okay.


well, not much to say...today was a day like any other. oh, except i won't be going to the first football game, since i babysit. boo.
and, um, i think my foot fungus is clearing up. not really, i can't even see anything still. i call bull. there was no foot fungus.
i rocked out a chemistry elements quiz, and in sewing i made the best threadless stitches in a piece of paper i have ever seen. perhaps i will finally make it to stitching my way through the mouse maze. to the cheese.            
                                             ...someday...
i wish something amazingly funny happened today, but um nope.
though i did pass by two freshmen getting awfully affectionate, and a teacher came up to them and said "are you two SMOOCHING?"

um, that did make my day a little better


oh, and john mccain came to cedarburg today. nothing to celebrate.  cedarburg is really conservative. sickeningly so.
i didn't get to go, but my friend did, and she said there was this dude climbing up the back of the bleachers.  the police were like "hey, get down" and he yelled "THIS ISN"T ILLEGAL. WHAT WILL YOU DO IF I WON"T?" the police told him they would make him leave, and he was like "IS THAT ALL?" but i guess he got down. then he got up again, and they had to come over again. but before he had to get down a secone time, he yelled at my friend "HEY, YOU!YOU CAN CLIMB UNDER THE BLEACHERS AND GO UP FRONT" and she was like no, i dont think so, and he was like "WUSS!" the guy was 40 or so. plus there were snipers on the rooftops just in case.