ye olde crapfest

i feel like i'm in tenth grade and it's mrs. fisher's (fish!!!) u.s. history class and i've just spent my lunch money on some strawberry fruit snacks, gardetto's, and a mountain dew, ingested the aforementioned snacks, and settled into my chair in a tricky sideways-like fashion so as not to be detected while i snore through today's installment of the riveting made-for-the-classroom historical drama "1776."

yep, it's just like that.