Georgia takes the SAT

George wrote about his experience with the SAT, so I thought it was appropirate to tell my point of view.

So I got up twenty minutes before Dyke Ficus was going to pick me up. I got dressed with my Doo Dah Parade shirt and was ready to go. I plopped into Dyke's car and jetted away. We got to Monrovia High School and went through the wrong door, so we cut in line and were almost at the front. I was in a seperate room than Dyke and Butters because my actual last name starts with an "S." I waltzed into the room which was already half full. No one was talking! I thought I was on Marz. So, we started the test instructions and people kept coming in late. At first it was funny, then it wasn't. We started taking the actual test and it wasn't as bad as I thought. This one girl across from me kept petting her hair like an animal or something. Like it was her special kitten. I thought it was almost over at 11:30, but I was WRONG. We got released from the pen at 12:48 and thank the lord Jesus we did. If I had been in there a second longer, I would have melted. The SAT was not has bad as I thought it would be, but it was too long. I wouldn't have hated taking it again, but I'd rather not. Actually, in a way, it's therapeutic. All those bubbles, the one, whiny asian bitch who kept complaing about the heat, the random sneezes. It all was like one, giant coma. And, like waking up from a coma, I had to pee like Seabiscuit.
AND I DID.

The SAT, from my perspective

I woke up a good hour early. I sharpened pencils in the dark, put in new batteries in my TI89 calculator. I then proceeded to eat my multi grain cheerios. My dad drove me to the highschool down the street where I was to await and conquer my doom. The rooms were posted on the front window of the Main Office. I hugged my dad as if I were never going to see him again or as if I was going to leave the campus 3 and a half hours later, a changed woman. I did.
The actual SAT is all fun and games until someone forgets a calculator. I didn't. There were BOYS in a CLASSROOM with GIRLS in it. That was strange and I think as far as classrooms go, I prefer them to be lesbian. Wannabe men AKA teenage boy smells awkward and they sound like car engines. At anyrate the test was about to start and some dumbass forgot a calculator. The proctors found one for him and then another boy decided to announce he forgot one too. Little did he know he was just further proving that teenage male is a no go as far as evolution goes. We finished 3 sections, then 4, then 5, then 8, then 10. Then I went to the barn and wanted to shoot myself in the brain. I didn't even have to because it already exploded.

moral of the story: don't have kids so they don't have to take the SAT ever.

-George

SWAG

HELLO LOVERBEARS

This bitch is back. I'm queen for another 360-ish days, but I'll stop talking about it now.

Tomorrow is a Cinco de Mayo party at the Castle Green. Skittles is taking me. I am excited to sit in he car. I also get to see her chatterday for an art show in LA.

Shasta, Haylee and George poked and punched me yesterday until I farted.
But I didn't fat.
I clenched.

I am etc.,
Georgia.

The Past Three Days

Promenade was amazing. Doodah was spectacular. The only thing that sucked was when Man Ficus had to leave. I ate 6-12 mini snickers (not fun sized) and home made brownies.

KATV Class

This is time to let it out.

FUCK BITCHES AND HOES

The Busiest weekend ever

Man ficus comes home today. Georgia has a parade on Saturday. YOU BETTER BE THERE. Sister Ficus is going to visit stanford, home of the FIGHTING TREES. It should be a good weekend though with Promenade and all...

T-5 days

Until the Doo Dah Parade. I am nervous and stressed, but it will be a good time. All of Sealife+ Man Ficus will be in it, in addition to Brazil Ficus and 4 of Alverno's finest teachers. Jesus isn't invited though.

I haven't been feeling like myself since last week. Jazz Hands was mean to me and I'm still angry about it. Mass sucked. Catholic shit sucks. Mr. Sifter would be way cooler if he wasn't Catholic.

Lately I've been going to the library and checking out five CD's at a time and putting them on my iPod, Vincent Vega. I think I've put 25 new albums on him. I like the library. I wish I'd go more often, especially because it's only three blocks from 660. My mom's house is by a library too. I think I want to live by libraries forever. Nothing bad happens at the library...except Columbine.

I am etc.,

Georgia.