Distractions

5 days of high school left. 

Presentations, dissections, tests, diagrams, packets, essays. Have I bothered starting?

Of course not.

Instead I've spent my time learning to play Kooks' songs on the guitar, running in the rain [and also consequently spinning my car out], mastering the art of office chair jousting in the Senior lot, staying up until 3 am, consuming Monster Java's at an alarming rate, & being really ridiculously excited about Saturday.

Haaaaa.

Prom (or it's basic equivalent) is going to be held at one of those fancy shmancy restaurants at the Zoo. And my dress has an excellent circumference. In fact, I do believe I can fit the entire enclosure of flamingoes under it. Huh...

Is it morally wrong to knowingly hide animals under your dress with knowledge that when you set them free your date might have a heart attack?

Or let me put it this way...

If it is wrong, how much do I really want to be right?