• Oh god has it been a while. So I saw Gran Torino last night, it was... well, probably the fist movie that's ever made me seriously weep. It was ssaaaad. Really. But on a lighter note, Clint Eastwood maybe really needs some Buckley's or a cough drop or something because is voice is awfully scratchy. We're not building hovercrafts or boats anymore in Advanced Woodshop. Too many people are transferring in. Thanks, Mr. Academic counselor. I don't like him, he scares me. He does this weird thing where he smiles everytime he says something no matter how serious it is and absolutely insists on maintaining eye contact with you whenever possible. I mean, when I'm talking to people I break away every so often, he just stares at you, deep into your very soul. Anyhow. He's better than the Emotional Counselor, who is from Quebec and is not doing her people any good at all. She's got a terrible accent and you can never understand what she's saying. I'm so glad I don't have such a screwed up life that I have to go in for counseling with her, I mean really. COUNSELOR: Souh, ah, what 'ave you come 'en for todaaay? NOTJUICE: Oh, well, there's just a lot of things going on... bit of trouble with my mom... COUNSELOR: Righ', 'end 'ow dose 'zees make you feeeel? NOTJUICE: ...

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