Can't hold a candle to her 'cause all the moths get in the way
Today is FRIDAY! TGIF, RIGHT? I WAS LIKE, DYIN' OVER HERE.
OOMG. TODAY WAS A FIRST. AND A MOST VICTORIOUS.
I HAD AAAALLLLL MY WORK DONE IN HISTORY TODAY. ALL CORRECT. ALL WITHIN THE FIRST TEN MINUTES. BEFORE EVERYONE ELSE. EVERYONE ELSE.
I KNOW! IT MEANS I WAS ABLE TO BE REALLY BORED FOR THE REMAINING 80 MINUTES! BUT STILL! CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS??? I CAN'T. I'M A JENIUS.
Well, either I'm that or everyone else in my class are complete idiots (which I wouldn't rule out because THIS IS CENTRAL PEOPLE. And if you've seen my school you wouldn't rule that out either. I mean, SOMEONE IN MY GEOLOGY CLASS ASKED IF THE EARTH WAS A STAR. I MEAN WHAT.)
Oh, BTW, History isn't as bad as it was the first day. I actually kinda enjoy it. Instead, the class I devastatingly hate is Commercial Design. Like, I want it to die.
Okay. Let's talk about something NOT school related please. I mean, there's only so much in one day I can take.
I took a nap today. Buttt whenever I take a nap in my bed and NOT the couch, mom wakes me up the way she wakes me up for school. And sooo, I totally thought that it was another day and she was waking me up for school. But she said, "it's 9, do you want to get up or go back to bed?" And I was all, "NINE? MA ARE YOU OKAY? WHY ARE YOU WAKING ME UP SO LATE? YOU DON'T DO THIS? WHY AREN'T YOU MAD? WHY AREN'T YOU YELLING? WHY ARE YOU GIVING ME THE OPTION OF GOING BACK TO SLEEP AND NOT GOING TO SCHOOL? ARE YOU OKAY???" So I said, "how come you woke me up so late? Did you just forget?" And she was all, "What...?" Then she said sumfin that made me remember I was taking a nap and that TODAY IS FRIDAY. So, yeah. It's kinda nice thinking you're waking up for school then remember you don't have school for two and a half more days.
Which, I know have realized, it's not nearly this dark at 9am.
And I'm back to using this dumb, stupid small phone that I hate because my nice, normal sized, pretty purple one's screen broke. D:
I HATE THIS PHONE IT'S SO DUMB IT'S HARD TO READ AND MAKES ME FEEL LIKE A GIANT IT'S SO DUMB.
D:
OOMG. TODAY WAS A FIRST. AND A MOST VICTORIOUS.
I HAD AAAALLLLL MY WORK DONE IN HISTORY TODAY. ALL CORRECT. ALL WITHIN THE FIRST TEN MINUTES. BEFORE EVERYONE ELSE. EVERYONE ELSE.
I KNOW! IT MEANS I WAS ABLE TO BE REALLY BORED FOR THE REMAINING 80 MINUTES! BUT STILL! CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS??? I CAN'T. I'M A JENIUS.
Well, either I'm that or everyone else in my class are complete idiots (which I wouldn't rule out because THIS IS CENTRAL PEOPLE. And if you've seen my school you wouldn't rule that out either. I mean, SOMEONE IN MY GEOLOGY CLASS ASKED IF THE EARTH WAS A STAR. I MEAN WHAT.)
Oh, BTW, History isn't as bad as it was the first day. I actually kinda enjoy it. Instead, the class I devastatingly hate is Commercial Design. Like, I want it to die.
Okay. Let's talk about something NOT school related please. I mean, there's only so much in one day I can take.
I took a nap today. Buttt whenever I take a nap in my bed and NOT the couch, mom wakes me up the way she wakes me up for school. And sooo, I totally thought that it was another day and she was waking me up for school. But she said, "it's 9, do you want to get up or go back to bed?" And I was all, "NINE? MA ARE YOU OKAY? WHY ARE YOU WAKING ME UP SO LATE? YOU DON'T DO THIS? WHY AREN'T YOU MAD? WHY AREN'T YOU YELLING? WHY ARE YOU GIVING ME THE OPTION OF GOING BACK TO SLEEP AND NOT GOING TO SCHOOL? ARE YOU OKAY???" So I said, "how come you woke me up so late? Did you just forget?" And she was all, "What...?" Then she said sumfin that made me remember I was taking a nap and that TODAY IS FRIDAY. So, yeah. It's kinda nice thinking you're waking up for school then remember you don't have school for two and a half more days.
Which, I know have realized, it's not nearly this dark at 9am.
And I'm back to using this dumb, stupid small phone that I hate because my nice, normal sized, pretty purple one's screen broke. D:
I HATE THIS PHONE IT'S SO DUMB IT'S HARD TO READ AND MAKES ME FEEL LIKE A GIANT IT'S SO DUMB.
D: