A quick add-for Day Five

I can't believe it! Maggie has her own blog!! YEA! I mean now when I don't want to read my own hilarious blog. I can read what she has to say about our excuses for classes, classmates, and teachers all from the same asylum. Isn't that great? You, America, can read now TWO different point of view from Saint James Asylum. I mean TWO different opinions on Mr.Kusch's classes. DOS opinions on the crackpot people we share classes with (excluding my rehabees).
Err.. Two in French opinions on what happens in the world these days. Like

"Oh ,My God! Brad and Angelina broke up!"
" No F-ing way! What will happen to Shiloh?"
" Maybe, they'll share."
"Share what? THEY ARE FILTHY RICH!! and in their prime. They can have more children!?!?!"
" No way.. and be as cute as Shiloh!?!? Pssh SHAW"
"Piss.. as in Pisstopher?"
" The often intoxicated guitarist in Gallo Pets???!?! Ha ha... what about Frilly?"
" He made out with Lindsay Lohan last night. She is like twice his age.."
" Eww.. and such a sockwhore..."

Day Five- The day of Bridal showers

I can not believe it and probably neither can you. I went to a bridal shower. Now when I left the house thismorning, I was not happy. I mean why would I be? My mother just yelled at me for wearing a pair of shoes that she claims were navy blue( actually black) did not match my already not matching outfit of two different tones of green. Now everyone know I am taller. I mean hello? 90% on the height chart for my age. That should tell you something- dont wear high shoes unless you intend to look like a giraffe. Which I was forced to wear because they matched my green outfit. Last time I checked green adn brown do not match, okay maybe a little. But in my case, I think not. Then at the shower, all for the first 3 hours, my mother lectured me on proper behavior. Now I am a very mature young adult. I can take care of myself