Atmosphere. Sure, there's a little bit of this, and a whole lot of this, but I love it anyways.
Boys. Boys. Boys. Boys. Boys. And Brady Toone. What is he, cloning himself?
Classroom. So What if I've been downsized from one building to one room? So what if it looks like this? Curtains make GREAT walls!
Espanol. Is it a problem if every time Taylor suggests practicing, I get the Bay City Rollers stuck in my head? (Sabado Noche! Sabado Noche!)
Friends. Yeah for football even though we lose. Yeah for chill spots. And yeah for really nice compliments on a bit of silliness, really (thanks Annie).
Guys. Guys. Guys. Guys. Guys. Is that technically allowed? Heck yes it is!
Hilarity. Like that one time Hannah stole Taylor's jeans so when Taylor accidentally knocked over her garbage can she said, "Just be glad I'm only literally kicking your trash!"
Impatience. Like that one time I missed the green arrow and looked in the rear-view mirror to find the driver making neck-choking motions in the air. I assume in my direction....
Jabbar Gibson. Finally comes a story of hope.
Katrina. A rock dropped into the sea of humanity. Stepping stone or stumbling block?
Labor Day. Yes, I can indeed trim trees like this.
Musical Mondays. How can you make an inspiring Elvis movie? If you end it in 1969.
Naps. Here a nap, there a nap. Everywhere a nap-nap.
Olives. The only way to play.
Popsicles. Mmm. Mmm. Good.
Queues. It's a good thing I'm in an Engl-ish state of mind and find that word funny, otherwise the bookstore lines, the twilight zone lines, the banking lines and the traffic lines wouldn't be quite so amusing.
Reality Check. Isaiah 58:6-9.
Surreal. Playing tennis with Tyler Severe.
Tennis. In general. I pity the fool that messes with this!
Ultraviolet. More like ultra-beet-red. sheesh.
Veto. It's the way to go, Arnold.
Walrii. Class is in session. And Winston. Married.
Xanthochroi. Do gentlemen really prefer them?
Yellow. Bad for journalism. Good for writing.
Zebra Logic. No Meagan, just because you have no idea what la profesora is saying doesn't mean she's speaking Greek. Maybe you should have done your homework at the library instead of sleeping, then you would understand her. Oh wait, she is speaking Greek.