Am printing fanfic. Because of course, this is what Steph does when you tell me I get free unlimited printing. Unfortunately, the printer has run out of paper, and I with about twenty pages of slashy HP fanfic in queue. *snorts* Who said I ever left high school? I remember this totally defined senior year.
Also: totally random pretty boy walked past me. I could've sworn that was Frank, but hell isn't he supposed to be going to some crazy police academy? Or was that him??? @.@; Shit. Pretty. I need to investigate/inquire/stalk.
AND CLASS NOW BYE!
