I have never called myself hard-working but... in the past two weeks... I THINK I WORKED PRETTY DAMN HARD x.x" and I'm proud of myself, but too tired :( HOW DOES MY BROTHER DO IT?! Plus I still have that math test tomorrow that I haven't studied for [consumer arithmetic].
I'm gonna play my first basketball game in two weeks tomorrow! Semi-finals against Slayers... WE MUSSTT WIN. Carolyn's $2 depends on it! Plus I will be able to say 'I told you so' to Eva. Speaking of which, I made a silly mistake in Mr John yesterday and didn't get 100 >[
I'm stalking about 4 guys now... I'm not going to name them due to the minisicule chance that they may or may not stumble upon this blog and go 'oh shit that chick is stalking me time to die'. Or something along those lines.
DAYUM I wish I didn't have to go tutoring. But I know it's good for me, if I want to be successfuller (more successful?) in school later... why is the world so... inconvenient?
AND WHY CAN'T I COLOUR MY TEXT HERE ANYMORE?!?!
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