phthalombrage | Congres is... Thursday.

Alo. Salut. Sunt eu, un haiduc!
Kelsey Shaw hates me and rightfully so. Tomorrow I shall bring my personal page photos. Two days until Congrès.
Barylski says we're there to win. Frankly, I have some doubts. Actually, I'm feeling quite doubtful. I'm Level Three Vocab? From where did that one come? I'm practically a Triathlon. Anyway, this time I really need to pull my weight and set a good example. We're all supposed to "aim for the ten, not just the blue," and I'm old. We didn't exactly bond with the new members yet. Taylor and I will correct their pronunciation on the bus. Heh. At least Madame has made me certain that I'll never end up on Casse- Tête, provided all of the members are sain, sauf, and in one piece. I enjoyed her but slight revision of last year's memo: we must be sure to avoid any "dirty mishaps."
I like how all of my other classes will continue to accelerate without me.
And next year we may not even go? NOOOO! Jordan's right, OUR level will go. We just have to do all of the events.
Why did I end up with five APs for next year?
I should have listened to Tay.
When I'm less sane than ever my thoughts are on... pine view...