But I’m going to sleep early now.
Today was fun.
Christian’s wonderfully imperfect in such a perfect way.
It’s suppose to be 4 to 6 pages with like 6 sources.
Ha.
I’m really sorry, Mr. Cottrell.
But I’ll write a paper tomorrow. I’ll hand something in. I’ll make it worth his while. (:
Trying so hard not to cry right now. I hate my scars. I hate my weakness. I want to go home and curl up in bed.
First I took prom pictures for my neighbour and then I went to my home girl Rhiannon’s house and we ended up chilling in the woods with Josh G, Dan, Wilkerson, and Christian.
I still think it’s funny that I chill with Josh sometimes because, well, he’s still that super popular kid from 6th grade and I’m that quiet weirdo, lmao. I climbed a tree and he and Dan were recording me with their cellphones. Oh, how I love trees.
My hands still hurt…
I just can’t write this research paper for history class. I’ve had about two months, but I put it off and I just can’t care. I could never think of a topic. I still can’t, really. I’m too lazy. I don’t care. I don’t think it would destroy me too much that I’ll end up failing the whole class. Cottrell will probably be disappoint. I think I’ll write a little paper though just rambling about things because I won’t be able to not turn anything in. For all I know, he won’t get around to looking at my paper by the time school ends. I’m at least going to write an explanation for my incompetence.
Not like I’m going, but I am to be photographing my neighbour and his date because I’m a professional photographer, clearly.
I’m getting picked up around 2pm, so I figure I have enough time to try to make a smoothie…(:
