Clarissa Lagasse

However you say Clarissa’s name, you are probably saying it wrong. You must emphasize the “ris” in Clarissa and the “gas” in Lagasse, but even that explanation does not cover everything that goes on when you say Clarissa’s name.

Clarissa is a real bro to me. She is in two of my classes this term, which is super fun. Obviously, creative writing is a blast and a half, but she’s also in my math class. Every day after creative writing we do the walk of shame to the math wing, where our brains are absolutely demolished by calculus. That’s kind of an exaggeration, but not really. Clarissa is much better than me at math. So don’t listen to her if she tries to tell you otherwise. I put it in a blog, so I am right.

Besides math every day, Clarissa and I also ran together for cross country. (that sentence is tragically past tense now that the season is over.) This summer I spent more time with Clarissa than any of my other friends. But at that time (the end of June) I thought of Clarissa as more of a friendly acquaintance. Now though, I’d say we are much closer. Definitely friends. It would be awkward if she had a different take though, so it’s a bit of a risk for me to post this blog.

Speaking of which, I’m not sure if I will post it for a little bit since Ms.Gounis seemed to be quite stressed before she left. I’m going to post it anyway.

But I won’t be posting it yet because I have only written two hundred and seventy words. Womp womp for me. Reality has been warped and time is an illusion. I have no idea how I thought that was 750 words.

I mentioned in my previous blog that I was writing this (I think. I honestly can’t remember what I delete and what I decide to keep). But I have decided to finish it regardless.

I would not have been able to function this year without a small number of people. One of those people is me, because I am a narcissist, and also I’m not wrong. Without me I would not have been able to function. The other people include my parents, the love of my life Josh Booth, Kimmie Harding, Cecilia Cronin, and our bro Clarissa Lagasse.

Clarissa was the only helpful person when it came to organizing things for cross country at the beginning of the season. If I needed something, she would do it. Designing the sweatpants we wanted? Clarissa did that. I asked the other captain to do it, but she never followed through. That was so annoying. The other captain would say she would do something, and then never do it. And I get it, she had other stuff going on, but then tell me you can’t do something and I will do it. Don’t lie to me. It was times like these that Clarissa was most helpful. If I needed help doing something for the team and I didn’t have the time, I would ask Clarissa and if she could, she would do it.

Also Clarissa has an art account that she posts on every day because she’s in art and that’s what you have to do, but it is my new favorite thing. I love seeing the new drawings and commenting random stuff. Clarissa is actually a decent artist (no matter what she says), but I do enjoy making comments that are either about how fantastic the art is or how terrible. I always ask Clarissa before I post something kind of mean though, and usually she thinks it’s funny, but now she knows that I really appreciate her art account. It’s one of the highlights of my day.

Also Clarissa has a twin. This twin is pretty much the exact opposite of Clarissa. For example, Charolette is terrifying. And Clarissa is not at all scary. There quality analysis. I’m running out of things to say because the pressure of having to write 750 words is truly getting to me. I hope Clarissa is not sad. I was trying to be nice, but now my flow is gone and I have this need to finish the blog, but I don’t know what to say.

My favorite thing ever is chocolate.

That was entirely random and has nothing to do with Clarissa. Fun story though, Clarissa hadn’t showed me a picture of her cat until last week. Apparently it’s because she was distracted by the thought of other peoples dogs, but I don’t believe her. I think it’s because she is secretly a cat and she is only pretending to be a person so the cats can steal all of our secrets and take over. This would not disappoint me. But I see that I have gone off topic, so I’m going to go to bed now i guess.