Hello there. I was actually going to be responsible today when I got home and do my reading for history & research for my speech (which is on Thursday and I have not started). Buuuuuuuuuuuut I didn't. I fell asleep instead. So I spent the entire night "deciding" on my speech topic
(I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A TOPIC) (i.e., doing other things). I just decided that my topic was going to be Sylvia Plath like literally two minutes ago, right when I started writing this. I know, I'm so responsible and all sorts of other sarcastic stuff. But I made that awesome new background. :D
Anyway, I wanted to get up early to look nice for the Dalai Lama, 'cause I have to be at my friend Maria's house at 8:00 (which is actually about the time I fucking get up even though my alarm is set for 7:15) but that's not gonna happen. I'll just not look as nice as I would have liked. :
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In other news, I am pleased to announce that I am
raping my Trigonometry class up– the– butt (edit, january 22, 2012: I can't believe I actually made a rape joke. I am so disappointed in my past self). I got my second test back today and I got a
perfect score. Whaaaaat? Yes. Yes, I did. It was awesome. Mr. Gorenstein gave me this look. I went up to his desk when he called my name and stared at him like this (read: O.O) when he handed me my test and he must have responded to my whatever-that-was, 'cause at first he looked like he might have wanted to congratulate me but then he looked like he thought that he should feel like he wanted to say something but he wasn't going to anyway. It was, as a lot of things are in
my life, awkward. This is when a smiley face on my paper would have done the job, you know? It sheds him of the responsibility of reacting when I pick up my test and I feel special without either of us having to say anything out loud in front of the class. But whatever. I have this thing where I re-play awkward moments over and over and analyze them and feel bad at the same time. I must have a gift or something, and I feel like I'm putting it to waste. I hope my next fortune cookie tells me what to do in that respect.
Then Annushka drew the bird on her test paper. It's a cute bird.
Link-o'-the-day:
En- vs. Em-dashes
P.S.: relating to ↑--pfft. Interrobang‽ Interrobang.
P.S.S.: SUCK ON MY NUTS,
Slater Precalculus.
SUCK ON MY NUTS.
P.S.S.S:. This is one of those blog entries I keep editing, 'cause I keep finding typos and stylistical (not a word) mistakes in it. ARSGDJFHSI'm supposed to be reading. OKAY, BYE. I AM GOING TO READ SECTION ONE, then go to bed. I should have done this two hours ago.
Hi. I'm Angelica. I like Pokémon and complaining. I'm a youngster, but I freak out like a 42-year-old mother. This is just me worrying about getting into college.