59 days left...

Uh oh. It's fancy day. I'm wearing a three piece J. Ferrar suit with a Tommy Hilfiger tie, rocking the gold watch and class ring. Caviar for lunch, cigars after school, you sir, know what's up.

I love how more people dress up for missmatch day than fancy day. I don't do shit except for fancy day. Why? Cuz I'm fancy as hell. I feel like a million bucks. Shit, I need a pocket square.

I feel sorry for all the people wearing north face jackets. North face is not fancy. Smh..

So to all the people wondering... Tumblr is fucking retarded. I saw one the other day, and yeah it's diagnosed retarded.

I have short thoughts today.

Swim season is almost over. Thank God.

Ok I'm out of stuff to blog about.

Nevermind I'm not done. I want to talk about the party bathroom. The party bathroom is the guys bathroom, midship on the 3rd floor. Back in the days of Steineker's vacation class when the freedom to take a hall pass and leave class when bored originated, it wasn't unusual to see three or four guys from that class relaxing in the bathroom talking and such. The bathrom was a nice get-away on Fridays when Steineker's class (although ridiculously easy and enjoyable) just wasn't doing it for you.

As sophomore year fell through my fingers in May 2009, Junior year began. Steineker's class concluded for me but the party bathroom lived on. Every day between the carefree lunch period and the stressful Thompson Physics class I'd take a 2 or 3 minute vacation to the party bathroom, where I'd find sophomores headed to Steineker enjoying the Eastern party scene. It was always nice to see a good friend taking leave in the party bathroom, where we'd exchange short words like "Going to the game tonight?" or "How was that Sauer test?". It of course did not live up to my memories of the party bathroom from Steineker's class, but the bathroom wasn't forgotten nor did it let me down.

Which brings me to my current relationship with the party bathroom. The party bathroom has since not been forgotten in 2 years. It's still a major part of my High School life. Every visit to the party bathroom is equally appreciated; whether while testing water fountains with the easily obtained "Aide Pass" (ultimate freedom of the halls) betwixt blog posts of Hobbs' class, or on a Friday after my work has been completed in The Peoples Republic of Kelsey's Class. Even today just before making this post I snagged the green freedom card from Hobbs' desk and took my tuxedo fancy lookin'ass to the party bathroom, and saw a humble blue solo cup on the way.

After my high school years are complete I have no doubt I will remember and still love that bathroom. It always served it's function of supplying a vacation during class. Here's to another four excellent months of the party bathroom.

Rock on party bathroom. Rock on.