SKIRTS ON A WINDY-ALMOST-SPRING-WINTER DAY IS A BAD BAD IDEA!
i wrote a skirt just cause i'm an awesome son of a gun, and my i had no idea the wind was son of a momma strong. so when i was out in the snow, i was thinking of going back home to change, but i dont wanna be late. so i proceeded to the bus stop. The mother do-er wind comes slapping through my face, swishing my hair and stole my beanie! i thought i could pull a summer look in winter, YES, i'm crazy enough to be such a rebel!
so when i got to school, i was thankful i was alive!
YES I AM!
blah blah blah.
Math was seriously getting on my nerves cause i cant understand anything anymore, i dont think it has anything to do with my having a boyfriend but more on i am not relating to anymore of this numerical nonsense. It appears to me like a big blob of mushed up numbers. I need to fix it soon. i hate it.
I spent half the time writing Dean a letter.
blah blah blah, till lunch, Deanna decided to leave her work to the last minute, and so i had to do it for her -_____-
seriously, this chick is killing me! she wants me to bring my phone on the 11th so i can lend it to her. bitch fits, i'm not even gonna lend it cause why? cause i dont believe there's anypoint for her to give one of her boyfriends a 1 month anniversary greeting when it doesn't makes a difference when she's cheating on him.
i don't really care much about her and her boyfriends but it is interfering with my damn life.
so yea.
*back from a long long break cause mom quarells with me about the damn octuplet mom*
SIDETRACK
So i was telling my mom how annoying the octuplet mom for being a pubicity seeker mother of 14 childlings and my mom goes on about that its not her fault blah blah blah. i showed her an article and after that, she grunted in digust and blabs on about how dumb she is -_-
that mrs brigitte's mom for you!
So the whole day i was getting depressed cause i have no idea how to get home!
i can see the trees swaying like they're almost going to fall.
Art was ok, i'm frustrated over my mask but it is so difficult!
But i'm relieved that i scored a 75% for my first ever work and it was incomplete and i get to hand it in next week to improve my marks ((:
i got a 85% on another one and i'm happy about it! satisfied.
So when i was going home, my legs were red in anger. I swear if my legs can talk and are flexible enough to reach my face, they'll slap me and say "bitch, get me covered before i feet slap your face!"
i honestly think i've been so neglectful to these walking tools.
but thank god i'm home!
Once i got online, Kevin comes on and tells me he wants to call me, i let him call me and we talked for awhile.
Now Dean wont text me and it's pissing me off.
I know i dont reply alot of his messages promptly but yet i do it.
And that's my day.
I have a test i have to study for, wish me leprechauns!

ps, i love you!