Yesterday, all we did was take tests... Didn't see the point in going, I guess. But my Miss math teacher, is-always-smacking-her-lips. I call her lipsmacker. (Like the chapstick, get it?) I dread first period, Not only do I hate math, the whole time I'm digging my nails into my palms to keep my self from thinking about Miss Math's smacking. My hands, hurt. Miss Math's smacking fades.
Miss LA wore her hair straight yesterday. It was kindof hard to adjust, I mean, it looks great. But, it's, usually, curly? But how are we not supposed to notice, right?
In LA we're sposed to be designing our own fake product. So we can me fake ads, and fake sales, fake, fake, fake. I mean, aren't we sposed to be reading Poe, or Shakespear or, just, reading? I'm desiging a magic window that will let you climb through the glass without cutting yourself and into a magical world full of magical trees and magical friends that hold your hands and drift away on magical clouds. Did I mention their made of cotton candy?
Well besides school... the guy I liked and thought liked me, asked out my friend, and hasn't talked to me since. I'm counting,4, days, now? He's a great guy. Really, great. Great. Guy.
I think I'm gonna run away and dye my hair blue. Maybe I'll be a rockstar or something. All you gotta do is be able to scream, right? I think I can manage... ;)
Quote-
"Depression is not a sign of weekness. It just means you've been strong, for far too long."
-Unknown
Song-
Under and over it- Five finger death punch
-Be strong. And when you feel weak, be stronger.-
-Grace
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