Kiss Kiss, Bye-Bye

Shameera was terribly nice to write me ANOTHER Sandle poem today!!!
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Yayye.

Today was okay. Before class started, Mrs. Low came in and asked us a totally Sofia question about our E. Announcements:
"Do you read these?"

No, Mrs. Low, we burn them up and eat them for Sunday brunch.
OF COURSE WE READ THEM.

Had fun in Geography with Goldie the (surprise, surprise) Goldfish.
And mean ol' Chaisy was trying to deprive it of clean water.
:/
Shameera and I were exceptionally bored, though, so she made me a WONDERFUL "Laura SANDERS/SZMANDA" sign on my The Ghar Project Post-It.

Oh yes.
I owe Sham her Chase poem.
It's lame.

I once loved a young man,
a young man by the name of Chase.
He was tall, broad-shouldered and sandy-haired.
(He also preferred leather to lace.)
The moment I set my eyes on him,
I shrieked, "He is oh-so fine!"
Pity two seasons later, though,
I caught him with Cameron--doing a sixty-nine.

Alternate ending (according to Sham, she hated the first one):
And now I'm waiting, and waiting some more
for the day that he'll finally be mine.