here's the day you hoped would never come;
[thoughts- private/hackable because buffy never pays attention in computer class]
I think I remember someone. Or I should. A guy. Dark hair, I think. And we used to be friends.
What's wrong with me? You'd think sleep would help, but no. Nada. Nothing.
[public]
History test tomorrow, and I am this close to giving up. Who cares about some guys who lived like, a million years ago? I don't. They probably don't, seeing as they're dead and all. Kinda seems like a lot of wasted effort to me. Seeing as history is about the...then. And we live in the now.
...And I still don't know who Andrew Jackson is.
I think I remember someone. Or I should. A guy. Dark hair, I think. And we used to be friends.
What's wrong with me? You'd think sleep would help, but no. Nada. Nothing.
[public]
History test tomorrow, and I am this close to giving up. Who cares about some guys who lived like, a million years ago? I don't. They probably don't, seeing as they're dead and all. Kinda seems like a lot of wasted effort to me. Seeing as history is about the...then. And we live in the now.
...And I still don't know who Andrew Jackson is.