Song: {Guo Min by: Rainie Yang}
Moods: Worried, Scared, Angerah!, Confused, Sad
Worried:
I'm desperately trying to bring up my math grade. I was absent a LOT because I get sick A LOT. And I have a D+. Outrage! OUTRAGE! I've never had a D in my life! Grading period ends on FRIDAY peeps. And THIS certain progress report is sent home to the parents. Do you REMEMBER that crazy asian mother video I posted up here? Well, if I don't bring up my grade, you're not going to hear from me for a very long time.... It doesn't matter that I have an A in the rest of my classes. One faulty and BAM. I'm dead. My mom beats me with a giant bamboo stick. It hurts. It leaves scars [physical and emotional] So I'm desperately trying to make up all of my missed homework...which is more than ten freaking assignments...
Scared:
Scared of that D+ fsho.
Angerah!:
Latin group. I was on my feet for eight hours yesterday. I didn't sit down from 10 am to 5 pm. And this girl keeps trying to...grr....take over. Its pishin me off. She needs to shut the hell up. For serial. ~~~ And then this bitch in the Swing club is suffering from some sort of inferiority complex or something because she talks shit about everybody and then she acts like she's an angel. Shooot. She shoots up drugs and she's a little slut. And everybody freakin knows it cause she tells the whole damn world! Well, if she wants to mess up her health and life, that's fine. But she needs to stop being a hypocrite!
Confused:
My ex completely like changed... into a nice person. And he changed his clothes "style" too. He came in class today with this fly shirt and this cool blue argyle sweater, dark skinnies (but not TOO skinny), and Chucks. Which is a big change from what he USED to wear. Everyday it used to be...shirt and jeans. Shirt and jeans. Shirt and jeans. (And the shirts were not that nice...) And we're totally cool and all now cause we resolved everything... we even hugged today! But he's just being a total sweetie again. And it's making it REALLY HARD for me to get over him now. REALLY HARD! Emphasis on the really hard, btw.
Sad:
My friend is moving to Canada. Boo.
