I think I just broke part of my hand. See, I was upset, or am upset, or have been upset and instead of cutting I punched the wall...repetitiously. Joy.
Anyway. My guidance counselor is STILL avoiding me. I almost failed (like three points away from) an essay test when I THOUGHT I knew how to write, and my ferret died yesterday when he wasn't even six months old. Pissed off? You betcha.
Other than that nothing important. I spent over an hour writing TWO paragraphs on one of my THREE college essays of different topics. That annoyed me. Grammar is not my thing evidently. Although every year I go into english and my teacher tells me that I have no idea what I am doing and whatever teacher I had the previous year taught me incorrectly. Can someone please get their shit together and fill me in???????????????
Alright. I am gonna go now. "Hey strong sad...Batman...What are you doing in my house...well thanks for stopping by guys...thanks for breaking my cow lamp" Great parting words, I know. Catcha later.