The moon was shining on the lake at night
The Slayer t-shirt fit the scene just right
Smeared mascara, I looked into your eyes, I saw a light
You told me stories about your chickadees
The Slayer t-shirt fit the scene just right
Smeared mascara, I looked into your eyes, I saw a light
You told me stories about your chickadees
Our substitute stood us up, so Mr. Churchill had to watch the class. Austin taught the class, what a sweetheart. I did my short answers for English, shwoop.
Math, we were split into groups, where we worked on Radians. I HATE group work, no matter who it's with, seriously. Short quiz, easy peasy rice and cheesy.
Lunch, the lunchline broke, and I was being a bitch about it.
English, we took a Great Gatsby quiz, and I did pretty good. Took notes afterwards, forgot my notebook. Pooooopy. Slept a lot, muy facil, with an accent.
Chemistry, quizzes ruin me. Everyone was jammin'. I got the dumbest question on the test wrong, I wasn't reading the question correctly, and assumed it was talking about groups, while it was talking about periods. I felt pretty gross. I dressed cute today, because it was hot outside and didn't need a jacket, but my logic backfired. If it's really hot outside, obviously everyone will turn the AC waaaaay up inside the school. Duh. Gosh dangit. Oh well, it's cold tomorrow, I'll wear a jacket tomorrow.
After school, I went to Mr. G's. He didn't have Acrylic white paint, though, so it was a waste, and I probably should've just went on the bus ride home.
Mother fixed the tv upstairs, and cleaned up the house completely. Miracle worker? I think yes. I set up my stuff upstairs so I could watch my Scooby Doo & Adventure Time while I painted my stupid Reflections.
Goshdangit, I was all up and on my dumb bloggers. Then this weekend happened, and I'm behind again.
Katherine's staying the weekend.
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