THIS IS A BEAR HIATUS.

NOW IS THE TIME FOR ALL GOOD MIEKS TO COME TO THE AID OF THEIR PARTY.

Good, this dusty old thing still works.

This might not be such a big thing, since I was already not-modding andd not-posting like a pro. It's a wonder I still have a purplish name.

Anyway, tomorrow is a not-so-momentous occasion: school again. I've promised my dad that I'd get working this year, and that means I have to drag myself a little bit out of the internet and back to reality.

Oh! There goes gravity.

Basically, that means "screw y'all" in Miekese. If I'm being awesome here, then I'm sucking aye-arr-ell. As much as I hate to launch myself back into Wangstaland, the fact is that if I get a low grade, the internet's wrested from my hands anyway.

No, I'm not gone. Just don't expect to see me around so much, and NEVER expect me on the chats... Unless I'm on a bus with internet.

...
Senior year is hell for me too, King.
See you around.

Senior year? Psh. Junior year is the hardest. Senior year rocks.

Of course, I got senioritis about halfway through my sophomore year...

Actually, Senior year was pretty evil for me.

Then again, two of my three AP courses were absolute killers.

I had three AP classes too...

Good thing too, or I probably wouldn't have bothered showing up if I hadn't.

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It's a wonder I still have a purplish name.

They just can't find a replacement.

<.<

>.>

>.<

Hail to the King, yarr!

*phailing*

Makes sense. Scabs are around until more suitable folk show up, yes.

And, erm... I don't think grade eleven is senior year, is it? We don't usually put it into those terms.

It's Junior year.
The year BEFORE you graduate.
Argh, I'm feel like such an old coot to people younger than me.