SCHOOL JUST STARTED! You can’t get aggravated with it already! lol
YES I CAN SHUT UP. ;_______;
Hello, I am not your dictionary. I am not your syllabus. I am not your planner. I am not your internet. I am a nice person trying to do nice things like supply you with “hint”s to the homework only when you don’t understand or because you’re desperate. I gave you some definitions and examples because I know you’re a procrastinator, and they’re for panicking weeks only.
Next time anyone texts me to ask what the Bio homework was, I’m telling you to check Blackboard. Because, you know, she puts it up there for a reason. And if you’re not sure if it’s due tomorrow, do it anyway, because I assure you: you won’t suffer because you did an assignment early.
of meeting somebody that I won’t get sick of day after day after day, even if we talk too much and see each other more frequently than we ever should. So far, I’ve had really close friends—amazing friends, lovely people—that I talked to too much and ended up getting really sick of after a while. I turn hostile, irritated, and easily exasperated once the honeymoon phase is over.
My closest friends irl are the type that only hang out once in a while, when we haven’t spent the day with each other for a few weeks. I don’t get tired of them because I don’t see them often enough to get tired of them. I mean, I like a lot of people, but only in either little doses frequently or large doses occasionally.
They say, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” It’s very, very true for me. Maybe it makes me a bad person, but that’s how it is and I can’t really change it. Sorry.
(I don’t remember what this is. I don’t even remember who the main is, but I wrote it in June.)
It’s hard, he realizes, as he stares and stares, trying to take everything in at once, the flurry of activity and the spoken words that are muffled from behind the glass. He doesn’t even understand what they’re saying, just knows that it is urgent and as long as they understand, he doesn’t need to because there’s nothing he can do to help. All he can do is watch, hands shoved in his pockets and posture as casual as possible, and try not to assume the worst.
But the outlook is grim at best, and assuming the worst isn’t far off from what could happen.
Today, my AP biology teacher told us, “Go forth and find five pill bugs! If you don’t have them and ensure that they survive until tomorrow, you can’t do the lab.” Labs are 25 percent of our grade, so doing them all is kind of important.
So I found seven-ish pill bugs of various sizes after digging around for an hour in the sun and getting my neighbor’s kids to help me. I also got bitten by a mosquito, which was not cool. The pill bugs have damp dirt, some twigs and dead leaves, and little pieces of potato to sustain them until tomorrow afternoon.
This class had better be worth it.
LET’S DO IT. BYE BYE KODOKU NA HIBI WO—
I mean, bye bye America. >___>
BECAUSE I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL.