I was doing my history homework and i needed help so i go to call my pops (he always helped me with history) and i dialed the number and it rang twice and then i hung up and i cried.
More study halls. Not like they are bad but they bore me, and I don't feel like getting a detention by walking around.
coffee is my friend I'm sick but I dragged my ass to school. And I need to be better by tomorrow for the Irish fair. So my plan: Get home and overdose on advil.