tgif indeed.
Today I had a substitute teacher for homeroom. But he wasn't just any kind of substitute teacher. He was hot. So hot, I'm going to say "hawt." And funny. And nice. And adorable. He gave me free passes when I was "running late" (which was more like "too lazy" to get to class on time). He's twenty-four and majoring in psychology/pre-med at U.F. He's allergic to cats but recently his grandma died, so he took in her cat...I dunno, I just thought that was so adorable. If only I had a cute substitute every Friday, the world would just be a little brighter.
My birthday is on Sunday, but I've found that I couldn't care less. I miss being younger and being all excited for my birthday.
I've also found that my school has a knack for picking evil French teachers. I didn't even DO anything, but does that matter? Nooo. Now I sit in the back of the room isolated from the rest of the class. Seriously though.
And I'm seriously needing a car because everyone else drives home right after school and I hate being stranded with my sophomore (former freshman) stalker who thinks he's teh shit but he's really just...well, shit.
My birthday is on Sunday, but I've found that I couldn't care less. I miss being younger and being all excited for my birthday.
I've also found that my school has a knack for picking evil French teachers. I didn't even DO anything, but does that matter? Nooo. Now I sit in the back of the room isolated from the rest of the class. Seriously though.
And I'm seriously needing a car because everyone else drives home right after school and I hate being stranded with my sophomore (former freshman) stalker who thinks he's teh shit but he's really just...well, shit.