by, 15th June 2010 at 06:35 PM (143 Views)
I wish I could post Tumblr updates on this blog. I'm on Tumblr way more...
I follow a lot of Glee shit on Tumblr. And I realized I follow "fuckyeahstretchedears" and "fuckyesstretchedears". What's wrong with me?
This is a waste of a blog.
Four more finals to go.
Biology, Government, English, and French.
It doesn't matter what I get on bio. I have a Final B no matter what.
I MUST get an English A. Then I get a Final A.
I have to get a C or above to get a Final A for Govt.
I have to PASS the French exam for a Final A.
I took the Gym Final today. I don't think I've wasted twenty minutes on something more worthless. I can never get those twenty minutes back ever again.
I'm supposed to be studying for my Bio Final right now.
I should be studying. Not that it matters.
I really dislike school. I know I want to be a film/theater director when I grow up. I don't want to sit through Honors Chemistry or AP Statistics next year. Those classes sound especially painful.
This is still a total waste of a blog.
I'm watching Pretty Little Liars tonight. It's a pretty lame show, but I'm hooked. The same way I got hooked to How I Met Your Mother and The Big Bang Theory. And I watched Accidentally on Purpose, but that show only lasted about two months before it got canceled for sucking so much. Poor show.
I wish Glee was still on. I don't know how I'm going to get through the rest of the week now.
Tomorrow and Thursday are half days at school. Whoopee. Kind of.
Today was pretty much a half day. I took one look at my French class and decided to leave. There were six people there. Four others just left in the middle of class because they were either too bored to stay or were having nicotine withdrawal. You never know with French I kids...
I left right after Period 5 ended. I looked both ways before I jay-walked across a side-street. I thought I saw a teacher looking at me so I ran like hell into the woods behind the school.
I wasn't the only one there, either. There were at least twenty other kids, ten of which were smoking while sitting on high tree branches. They all gave me these weird looks because I'm not one of the usual skippers, so I walked away before they could say anything.
I just decided to walk home so I could intercept the call home that would say that I skipped. I did, and, thank god, my parents have no idea. Let's keep it that way.
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