UGH
MY HANDS WILL NOT STOP SMELLING LIKE BLEACH
I TOOK A SHOWER, WASHED MY HANDS A MILLION TIMES, AND PUT ON STINKY HAND CREAM, BUT IT'S STILL THERE.

AGGGH.

Guys.

GUYS.

GUYS.

I'M ACTUALLY STARTING TO LIKE MATH.

Hey, sewing teacher. Sewing doesn't equal into sorting through horrifying patterns, from the eighties, because you couldn't be bothered to do it yourself. And to make it worse, THEY WERE CHILDREN PATTERNS.

I hate you. I hate you so much.

LOOK, SCHOOL COMPUTER. LOOKING UP VEGETARIAN RECIPES DOES NOT EQUAL PORN. UNLESS IT'S CORNBREAD PORN, AND IN THAT CASE, FUCK YEAH. GIVE ME MY GODDAMN DELICIOUS BACK YOU SON OF A BITCH.

Excuse me while I be REALLY FREAKING BORED.

Entertain me plz. :<