How did I pass? She beat me like I owed her money.
Yikesss.
So, I'm not going to even try to make up for lost time here and try to explain why I haven't been updating. Let's just get to the point. I'm a lazyass.
Soooo.
I'm sick. And of course, the germs decide to assault me on the weekend I have a huge AP Euro powerpoint to concoct. Brill, just brill. I love how it hit me like a brick wall--I turned the corner and WHAM my sinuses explode. My father has been force-feeding me a mix of soup, tea, nastyass crackers, and gatorade. I've gone through four bottles of gatorade in one day. I'm on my fifth. I'll be lucky if I don't pee rainbow colors-- sorry if I sound crass. It's only 9:30 and my mother wants me to go to bed. Like hell I will! I can rarely go to sleep when I want to, so what does she think she'll achieve by forcing me to?
I bask in the glory of my drama-less life. I can't help but giggle as my friends tell me all about the varying issues they have going on. My life is so blissfully boring and uneventful. I have the predictability of a middle-aged person, srsly.
Anyway.
Pre-calc is beckoning me to it with its horrific screech-like attempts at a siren's song. Only they don't attract me. They deter me. And make my ears bleed. But I go to it anyway, and just like those moronic sailors, I follow it to my doom, blissfully unaware of how much sh-t I just got myself into...
So, I'm not going to even try to make up for lost time here and try to explain why I haven't been updating. Let's just get to the point. I'm a lazyass.
Soooo.
I'm sick. And of course, the germs decide to assault me on the weekend I have a huge AP Euro powerpoint to concoct. Brill, just brill. I love how it hit me like a brick wall--I turned the corner and WHAM my sinuses explode. My father has been force-feeding me a mix of soup, tea, nastyass crackers, and gatorade. I've gone through four bottles of gatorade in one day. I'm on my fifth. I'll be lucky if I don't pee rainbow colors-- sorry if I sound crass. It's only 9:30 and my mother wants me to go to bed. Like hell I will! I can rarely go to sleep when I want to, so what does she think she'll achieve by forcing me to?
I bask in the glory of my drama-less life. I can't help but giggle as my friends tell me all about the varying issues they have going on. My life is so blissfully boring and uneventful. I have the predictability of a middle-aged person, srsly.
Anyway.
Pre-calc is beckoning me to it with its horrific screech-like attempts at a siren's song. Only they don't attract me. They deter me. And make my ears bleed. But I go to it anyway, and just like those moronic sailors, I follow it to my doom, blissfully unaware of how much sh-t I just got myself into...