bay turtle
This is Reality?
Wandering thoughts
My history is done (for now), I can do geometry tomorrow
while waiting in the cafeteria, (I'm so looking forwards to
*that*). I'm so exhausted. I had a 60 minutes nap this
afternoon- I was out cold by 5:30, and by 6:30 my mom was
waking me up,( which took several tries), saying that I had
a phone call from "some guy". Dammit... somebody from my
history class waking me up to ask "did you find number 10
on the homework?"
Me: .... You woke me up for *that*?
I'm not going to say anything, I really won't.
Promise.
Okay, maybe I don't promise.
It's still early- 8:30. I feel like I should be doing
something... I'm bascially chilling out, wondering if I'm
ever going to get around to eating dinner. If I don't eat,
I don't eat. :: shrug :: Oh well. Not the first time it's
happened.
I want to type, but I"m too lazy to do anything. I should
probably spare whoever had no life enough to read this, the
pain and stop.
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