Cinch.

English was a cinch. Nowhere near as difficult as I thought...and I really did think it would be easy.

German is my last final, and it is not a question of whether I do well, but whether my score is as high as the other boy wonder in the class, J.D. He consistently scores a little higher than I do, and since most of my errors are carelessness, not ignorance, I think I might do it this time!

*Rapid shift of thought and Topic*

I must be careful about using this facebook thing again. I realize that it is winter and that outside is not exactly the place to be. But I need to be sure I don't cut into my constructive time with that brain eating cancer of a social networking site.

Alright. Time to go find people.

Comments

  1. BethanyDecember 17, 2009 at 2:28 PM

    "...it is not a question of whether I do well, but whether my score is as high as the other boy wonder in the class..." (emphasis added)

    Of course, if you want to be Robin that's entirely your choice and I can't stop you. I'm not sure how supportive your family and friends will be, however. I, for one, thought you were born for better things than kitschy side-kickdom. Disappointing. Very disappointing.

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  2. BethanyDecember 17, 2009 at 2:29 PM

    Oh yeah. And you're an egomaniac. With extra maniac.

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  3. PatrickDecember 17, 2009 at 3:15 PM

    And you, sissy, are a perfectionist. With extra perfect.

    I might add that I am done!!!

    That, and I looked absolutely smashing today.

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  4. BethanyDecember 17, 2009 at 3:31 PM

    It's the tights. And the cape.

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  5. PatrickDecember 17, 2009 at 5:05 PM

    Not everyone has legs like mine.

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  6. BretDecember 18, 2009 at 11:06 AM

    Dearest patchy; I have decided that I need to meet this sister of yours. Due to the fact that I just fell out of my chair from laughter. Thank you.

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  7. AnanDecember 18, 2009 at 4:57 PM

    Oh no. Watch out, Bethany!

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