So this is what it’s like?
I need to bring up my grade in APUSH, or I’ll fuck up my senior year and possibly not graduate in time.
Ugh. Francis and his damn potato chip project.
I need to get rid of everything. I just want to pack my things and start all over again. If I did it once, I can do it again.
Why would they ask about me? I’m sure the life of a cat is amusing. Snowflake gets to roam the streets whenever she feels like it. I stay home, away from society.
I was so confused as to what day it was today.
This is the most work I’ve ever done since the semester started. It actually feels good to finish homework.
I don’t know why I let myself do nothing for over 2 months.
The amount of times I’ve watched The Perks of Being a Wallflower is ridiculous. I am ashamed.
In the 6th grade, my friends thought it would be nice to have everyone sign a birthday card. I thought it was nice until I noticed a majority of the class spelled my name incorrectly.
Is Stacey really that difficult to spell?
That part in Perks, where Charlie talks about how marching band kids shouldn’t have letter jackets, pisses me off every single time.
Then again, band jackets ultimately look better than letter jackets.