I only want to think in the form of you crawling into bed with me...
So, as I read it...I'm not the only one who had an amazing Friday night :P -cough- Lisa -cough- I think that they slipped some crack into your coffee :P But it's just as well, because when we ate chcolate chip pancakes, that were pretty much 99% chocolate and very little actual batter, and I was SUPER tired, I was also cracked out :P
So yesterday was a good day...chem is ass, I really want to drop it some days...and maybe just get a BA and do nothing in my life :P Anywho, math was good, though I hate radians with a passion...chem, like I said, blew...lunch...I actually cannot remember...oh right, being tickled... :P Ummm, leadership I have realized is giving me a credit in arts and crafts...and the class average is 48%...I laughed...a lot...WHAT ARE WE BEING MARKED ON? WHETHER OR NOT WE SMILE? GOD!!! Ahem, anyways...we covered stars in tinfoil...and that is what I am getting a credit for...in grade 11...yeah, that's what I think too :P And french (the only class that I enjoy...math is second, though I can't do it :P) was obviously awesome, though I'm not so pleased with the fact that I left my french at school and we have a test Thursday...f-ing pronouns...I hate them, but love M. Fiset...I mean....cough... :P
So Juju came home with me last night...after being stalked and after having muddy watter kicked at us...IAN SMITH!!! -rolls eyes- :P I <3 him...i wonder how his nipple looks? :P Anywho...so we get home, and Ju was in one of those, "I just need to cry" moods...so we tried to avoid anything emo...and ALL the music that was playing on any channel that I could actually access with that stupid remote was EMO!!!! lol...oh man...what hell :P So I made pizza, and we ate our feelings and tried to figure out how Mr. Hutton was in grade 13 in '89...given that he would have to be 34 at the time :P Oh Julie :P And yeah, then at 5 ish....after arguing with mom for about 500000 years, I left for Ian's wearing a thug life sweater from teh 7t grade....you know, to make him laugh...and all he did was make fun of me :P I saw it coming (though he wasn't breathing hard :P) so it was all good...minus the part where an actual gansta guy walked behind me for the majority of my walk...I was SO happy that Ian had started to walk to meet me halfway...holy crap...so yeah, then he points the sweater out to his mom...and makes fun of me more...which didn't stand up so well once he stated making pancakes :P Which, kinda failed terribly, but I would've eaten his anyways...as long as they were cooked :) But his dad fixed them when he got home, so it was all good in the end :P Umm, watched "Finding Neverland" and I thought that I'd be able to not cry...but you know when you've seen a sad movie, and you know that it's sad, but you know what's coming, so you assume that you won't cry...but it's been so long since you've seen it, and then...when it gets SUPER emo and the waves of emotion in the music just slap you in the face? Yeah...well that happened to me...and I cried...not a lot...because I didn't want Ian to know at first...but then, when I guess it was safe to assume that I was crying...he like, hugged me more, and stuff...cute things, and then he ruined it all by laughing when she died :P And I can't remember why I did it, but I sacked him at one point...he was either trying to tickle me, or laughing at me/at the movie...valid reason yes? I thought so too :P He didn't... :P Ummm...and after that, I tried to sleep a bit, but my rents kept calling...so I just went home in the end :P And slept there...and now I'm avoiding Stoich and french... :P
But I should get on that now...
Poop...
So yesterday was a good day...chem is ass, I really want to drop it some days...and maybe just get a BA and do nothing in my life :P Anywho, math was good, though I hate radians with a passion...chem, like I said, blew...lunch...I actually cannot remember...oh right, being tickled... :P Ummm, leadership I have realized is giving me a credit in arts and crafts...and the class average is 48%...I laughed...a lot...WHAT ARE WE BEING MARKED ON? WHETHER OR NOT WE SMILE? GOD!!! Ahem, anyways...we covered stars in tinfoil...and that is what I am getting a credit for...in grade 11...yeah, that's what I think too :P And french (the only class that I enjoy...math is second, though I can't do it :P) was obviously awesome, though I'm not so pleased with the fact that I left my french at school and we have a test Thursday...f-ing pronouns...I hate them, but love M. Fiset...I mean....cough... :P
So Juju came home with me last night...after being stalked and after having muddy watter kicked at us...IAN SMITH!!! -rolls eyes- :P I <3 him...i wonder how his nipple looks? :P Anywho...so we get home, and Ju was in one of those, "I just need to cry" moods...so we tried to avoid anything emo...and ALL the music that was playing on any channel that I could actually access with that stupid remote was EMO!!!! lol...oh man...what hell :P So I made pizza, and we ate our feelings and tried to figure out how Mr. Hutton was in grade 13 in '89...given that he would have to be 34 at the time :P Oh Julie :P And yeah, then at 5 ish....after arguing with mom for about 500000 years, I left for Ian's wearing a thug life sweater from teh 7t grade....you know, to make him laugh...and all he did was make fun of me :P I saw it coming (though he wasn't breathing hard :P) so it was all good...minus the part where an actual gansta guy walked behind me for the majority of my walk...I was SO happy that Ian had started to walk to meet me halfway...holy crap...so yeah, then he points the sweater out to his mom...and makes fun of me more...which didn't stand up so well once he stated making pancakes :P Which, kinda failed terribly, but I would've eaten his anyways...as long as they were cooked :) But his dad fixed them when he got home, so it was all good in the end :P Umm, watched "Finding Neverland" and I thought that I'd be able to not cry...but you know when you've seen a sad movie, and you know that it's sad, but you know what's coming, so you assume that you won't cry...but it's been so long since you've seen it, and then...when it gets SUPER emo and the waves of emotion in the music just slap you in the face? Yeah...well that happened to me...and I cried...not a lot...because I didn't want Ian to know at first...but then, when I guess it was safe to assume that I was crying...he like, hugged me more, and stuff...cute things, and then he ruined it all by laughing when she died :P And I can't remember why I did it, but I sacked him at one point...he was either trying to tickle me, or laughing at me/at the movie...valid reason yes? I thought so too :P He didn't... :P Ummm...and after that, I tried to sleep a bit, but my rents kept calling...so I just went home in the end :P And slept there...and now I'm avoiding Stoich and french... :P
But I should get on that now...
Poop...