//Monday in Symphonic Band: //Richard K. is holding a form Cynthia: Hey, what form is that? Richard: A form to sell my soul Cynthia: If you sell your soul I just might buy it Richard: Wait, why would you want my soul? Cynthia: *witch cackle* Michael Y.: You'd make a very good actress; that was like the perfect witch laugh Richard: No, you don't get it, that's her actual laugh
Cynthia: "I honestly think I'm getting prettier every day."
\\On email Haena: Guys are just too friggin' distracting. ESPECIALLY when you're trying to solve a REALLY HARD math problem.