oh hey, sucky semester.
1st block: chem. doc peterson. all sophmores basically except for me and michelle gove. buttt i sit next to ben mahan :] haha what are the odds. besides the fact that my name is Ly and he is Ma. anyway, the class is soo boring. we have a bunch of work. but im glad im back to level one. i hate guidance counselors, they ruin everything. we already did a lab today. the kids in my group are pretty funny. it should be okay.
2nd block: spanish 5. i understand what she is saying, for the most part. WAHOO. it wont be as bad as i thought. though ill miss ms kane. the people are sweet, spanish 3 reunites!
lunch. me, kris, lee, kevin(?), em, and mary abbe. sounds like it will be funny. =]
3rd block: foods. boring. funny people. another quarter of dilworth. ackkk. random people in kitchens. kris is in the class!
4th block: american studies. bucks an asshole, i got an 83 on my paper. fuck you. fuck you buck. how about whitman was a poet, a writer...no shit im gonna talk about his poems and books.
dear you,
i liked a lot that you kept riding your chair today so that we were touching. but, id prefer you actual do something(if you have any intention of it) instead of flirt all the time. and i get you flirt with everyone. but i dont want to be everyone.
sincerely, me.
track= bleachers. medicine ball. weight room. good talks with amber when waiting for our rides.
a good couple hours of hw. on the first day. this semester will be lovely.
i cant wait to look back on this entry in 5 months and have the relief that all this will be over.
the thought of school makes me sick.
why does like every mood on here have the picture crying?
2nd block: spanish 5. i understand what she is saying, for the most part. WAHOO. it wont be as bad as i thought. though ill miss ms kane. the people are sweet, spanish 3 reunites!
lunch. me, kris, lee, kevin(?), em, and mary abbe. sounds like it will be funny. =]
3rd block: foods. boring. funny people. another quarter of dilworth. ackkk. random people in kitchens. kris is in the class!
4th block: american studies. bucks an asshole, i got an 83 on my paper. fuck you. fuck you buck. how about whitman was a poet, a writer...no shit im gonna talk about his poems and books.
dear you,
i liked a lot that you kept riding your chair today so that we were touching. but, id prefer you actual do something(if you have any intention of it) instead of flirt all the time. and i get you flirt with everyone. but i dont want to be everyone.
sincerely, me.
track= bleachers. medicine ball. weight room. good talks with amber when waiting for our rides.
a good couple hours of hw. on the first day. this semester will be lovely.
i cant wait to look back on this entry in 5 months and have the relief that all this will be over.
the thought of school makes me sick.
why does like every mood on here have the picture crying?