Maybe I'll start writing again. But honestly this account is pretty much kept here for posterity.

Quotes from Highschool:

Alex: Who am I quoting?

Marjorie and I: ...God!

Me: Why are your notecards cold?

Alex: They were in my lunchbox.

Me: I have the spinning cursor of doom!

(Five seconds later)

Me: Oh no. It stopped spinning!

Mina: Is it bad if the spinner stops cursing?

Alex: You have to get in the flow of the motion!

Me: Are my eyes pretty?

Alex: ...they sparkle!

Me: Because I'm electronic Jesus. My brother has the kiss of death of electronics, but I have the kiss of life.

Alex: (showing me what her movie adaptations will be rated)

Me: Jesus Christ! I see more R's here than on a pirate ship!

Alex: Guess who invaded my dreams last night?

Me: Who?

Alex: You did!

Alex: When I enter Safari, I am entering a safari on the Internet.

Me: Laptop, notebook, laptop, notebook. Okay, I'm going with the laptop. (grabs notebook)

Mina: What do you want from the vending machine?

Me: Tom Felton.

Mina: You can't buy Tom Felton for a dollar.

Me: How about two?

Alex: I got your back. (grabs my back)

Me: If you got my back, give it back.

Alex: A samurai.

Mina: A flamboyant samurai.

Me: With pigtails.

Me: Someone dropped the book in a puddle.

Alex: No, someone dropped it in a pool and went swimming with it.

Alex: (talking about my hair) Oh, it was just hanging there and I wanted to touch it.

Me: Mina, why do you put up with us?

Mina: I don't know.

Me: Though I be but little, I am fierce.

Me: His name was Gabriel or something with or something with a J.

Me: What's Germanium?

Alex: (singing) Hey now, hey now! This is what Germans are made of!

Gilnou and Alex: (singing) Hey now, hey now! This is what Germans of made of!

Alex: I gave him a trenchcoat and a crooked smile. He's my sexy god.

Me: Ms. A, how do you spell substituted?

Alex: Why didn't you ask me?

Ms. A: Because it's a test and you're not supposed to talk during tests.

Mina: What the heck are you two talking about?

Me: Nothing.

Mina: I don't understand you guys.

Me: Malichi, you need to be us to understand us.

Alex: What are you doing down there?

Me: Wouldn't you like to know?

Me: She's a G.A.H. now. A genetically altered hooker.

Alex: (watching movie in Humanities class) YES! The pope died!

Alex: I want to be there when you have a baby! It'll be like a party in the delivery room!

Me: I can't remember what I did last night, but I know it was important.

Me: Look at the stamp! Look at the stamp!

Alex: I'm looking at the stamp!