Stupid redneck SGA class president and his preppy/redneck SGA members...
I volunteered to help with decorations for homecoming, since they're in desperate need of art people, and there was supposed to be a meeting today, but he didn't seem to care about telling me where it was until halfway through the meeting, and I can't go now because Mom just left for the lake and nobody else is home. >.<' Well if I'm not important to them, our class' decorations will suck as always. Oh well. Fuck them if they don't get along with anyone outside their little clique.
Maybe I'll still go to the meeting tomorrow and see how much they've screwed it up. And hey, since our theme is Hollywood, I finally have a use for that creepy lifesize cardboard cutout of Edward that's been buried in my closet for two years. :D