AP Assholes.

Oh my Claude, I am tres depressed. At 2:57 pm today I recieved the results of my AP Studio Art Portfolio. It was a 2. Out of 5. This is Muy depressing. I do not know how to deal avec this. I no longer believe in the grading system. My artwork was better than a 2 out of 5. Much better. People tell me this all the time. No, I am not being conceited, but merely speaking truthfully. Honestly, I am uber bummed. Claude, This is horrible. It is tres Les Miserables. Ack. I want to run up to the grader of my portfolio and shove a large wad of tin foil in his yap and run away screaming, " Fermez Les Bouches! Look who's talkin' now." Argh. This is TERRIBLE. Merde, Triple Merde and a half of three quarters. Bach. Sebastian Bach. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. This is soooooooo Mind Blowwing. I am truthfully and completely shocked. I don't know what to say.
Love, Megan
P. S. This is some of my stuff. Is it really that bad?

Still Swollen, Looking More Normal.

I am feeling sooooo much better. Tomorrow morning at 6 am in Beverly Hills I can get my bandages off. I still have traces of beaver cheeks but I no longer have brittish piggy puff eyes. I had my nose done one week ago, today. I hvae minimal bruising and I have not been taking my pain meds. This entry is extremely short because I am soooooooooooooo bored. I cant even sit still long enough to finish writing something entertaining. I am bored out of my socks because I have not seen human life other than my family for a week. But starting Friday I can go out inot the world! Thank Claude, I am getting to be very antisocial inside this little room. Freedom shall come Vendredi. Liberty!
Love, Megan