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Sunday, May 15, 2011, 10:58 PM
my stomach keeps going throb throb throb. something like a muscle twitch in my guts. quite annoying.michelee, I don't like your blog posts - no, I mean your blog posts make me worried. and I want to meet up with you and I'm going to send you an email about that. ice skating. with skating I think I keep moving my skates, not gliding mostly like others do, and I feel out of control a lot. fell and I think I enjoyed it. michelee, I also want to ask you lots about cap. this is forty minutes of es (extra studies) period, the class I take writing and I am using it all on a blog post. I don't care. we've just got some obscure report to do due next term and I can't do it here. I keep missing out on the next grade with my overall term results, by just one or fewer marks. I don't know how they're all going to be, okay ish mostly I think and hope. first term I started off neurotic and doing every last bit of work and not slacking off and sleeping on time, and then when common tests came I realized I had no time to study and I did average. this term I went crazy and slacked off a lot. it's lovely and cold in the library. if you're reading leave a message will you on the chatboard. I gotta get round to reading and replying all the fb birthday messages. last year, there were so many and I just wrote a single thank you post on my wall. and later on I saw how everyone else replies to every birthday message and I felt bad :/ I'm fifteen now. I feel like I'm not really ready and at the same time, I feel like I've been this age for too long now. there's a maths project. it went awfully. I wasn't sure what was going on half the time and I think this one group member stressed and laboured over it yesterday while I was out. nobody replied the emails and I thought we were going to ask the teacher about it. it's due today, we're emailing it to the teacher. sigh and I don't like that someone had to take on a lot of work in the group cause I feel like it happens a lot to me and you don't want it to happen to someone else. school's out, goodbye. |
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