Whew.

8th grade graduation: CHECK! (for those of you in suspense about Golden Corral, it didn't happen. Apparently 8th graders are all talk)

Now that the 8th graders are gone and I only have 7th grade, the days are much less extreme. I don't think it matters--I still only want to sink into the couch after school and stay there until I stumble to bed at...9:15. I don't think it matters how much sleep you get or how the day goes--I think for teachers, the month of May is just laden with total exhaustion. Am I right, teachers out there? Or am I unusually fatigued?

I'm trying to decide on something spicy to do on the last day of school. LT said she was going to smoke cigarettes under the bleachers with Mrs. Sassafras. Mrs. Sassafras was my first grade teacher and coined the phrase "teacher tired." I like to remind her that I have a new and profound respect for her as my first grade teacher (and a first grade teacher in general)--I poked other kids with freshly sharpened pencils all the time and told lies about my identity. I think it would be appropriate now to smoke a few cigs with her under the Starkville Academy bleachers, don't you think?

Even if I don't make it to Starkville in time to smoke a pack with these two ladies, I do want to do something spicy on the last day of school. Just in case I miss the smokefest, I'm thinking of getting a temporary (28 washes to be exact) hair color and adding a little auburn to my hair. I played with the possibilities on Instyle's Web site, and this is what I got:

I tried one of those temporary colors (darker brown) in college, and it worked beautifully. Only lasted for about three days, as planned. So I'm not nervous about auburn at all. Eeeeeeek!

On to the next, last, and most obvious order of business: the Idol finale. It is, as many predicted, the Battle of the Davids. And so many are saying Cook is a shoe-in--I'm sticking to my original prediction--Archuleta is going to take home the trophy. Tween America will have it no other way--and aren't they the most maniacal texters of the audience? It makes perfect sense to me.

The people who want Cook to win aren't going to text 10,000 votes to make sure it happens. I voted for him ten times since I figured this. Anyway, my fingers are crossed for David Cook, but expect a triumphant David 'gnome' Archuleta come show's end. I'm off to watch. It started five minutes ago.