You can't see me, walk on THROUGH

Guess what, everyone?

I'M INVISIBLE!

Today was my first day of summer school, and the bus home was PACKED with kids. I HATE teenagers, have I mentioned that? Well, with good reason! They're rude and inconsiderate little apes, that's what they are!

( Well, I never! )

On a happier note (?) I can now officially say I am using men's washrooms.

And my class is SO easy, I am about 30 minutes ahead of the class at any given time, and I'm TRYING to stay with the rest of the class. It's a computer course...learing how to create and name folders, dear god, I get CREDITS for this shit?

Geez, can I get credits for figuring out how to use proxies to get to porn sites, too?

"Yeah, that's really my name. You wanna make sumfin' out of it?"

WHEEEE, Rob's captions are GREAT! "I see London, I see France," HA!

I forgot to mention earlier that I am registered at summer school under my birth name, which I worried over to hell and back. When I got to the classroom I told the teacher that my name on the roll "confuses people" (true), and that I'm getting it changed this summer (hopefully true), and could she just make a note on the roll?

She asked me what my name is. When I told her Danielle, her reaction was a "say whaaat?" look, and I told her it's a long story. She cheerfully agreed to change it.

It's nice to know that I pass well enough at this point that my birth name gets a "wtf?" Part of that is undoubtedly my age, however.

My age and my walk. There's nothing like the straight-boy walk - pigeon-toed, swivel-hipped, ape-armed - to scream MALE. And no, I didn't cultivate that walk. I have always walked like that. G'head, make fun of my walk. *glare*