Jackie (pretend you know Jackie) (some of you know Jackie) informed me last semester that I make this face at her a lot but hey Jackie did you know I’m 100% less likely to make this face when I’m not hanging out with you. It’s just you. Good job.
One of my favorite hobbies is blending in with my favorite ninth grader friends. This precious baby is a good egg who gives it right back when I say things like “your eyeballs smell, I think its your soul coming through.”
Look at you, you oblivious West Ridge Whale. Sitting so care-free on my chest. Naiive to the war we wage on “basic genetic concepts I can’t seem to make stick to my brain.” Who do you think you are?









