Send me over the application, V. I wouldn't mind baggin' with the Johnstones. Plus, Borders doesn't hire anyone under eighteen.
*slice slice slice*
ANYway, ate donuts in Psych and rolled dice for an hour to see if I had some version of ESP. In the end, I was definitely telepathic (I could read what card Rachel was seeing by pulling it out of her brain) but scored the lowest in the history of ever and psychokinesis. Pssst! Don't tell anyone, but I cheated big time. The old deck of Spinner's cards R and I were using were bent in specific ways, so once I figured that out I started getting every single one of them right. The cross cards were bent vertically and horizontally, the squiggles had a small ink dot on them, the circles had a corner bent, etc., etc.
Except I think it's okay I did it that way, because I'm pretty sure I was the only person wishing so desperately that I actually had one of those powers. Pathetic, but what can I say? Just because it's not real doesn't mean I don't want it to be.
Post WW II was spent watching the Kennedy assassination at multiple angles for an hour. It's so gory. The third shot blows half his face off.
Colby got me to download skype. For now my only friends are Colb, AmAm, W, and Jenny. Gross.
Practice wasn't very fun, and then I didn't get any food. At least there was some nice pasta at home.
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