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Yes, I have returned from the depths of emo, relatively intact. I'm keeping track of my low moments, and they seem to follow bouts of low sleep and less food.
I sense a connection... but what?
Actually, I was moping midway through Geo class, and the teacher comes up to me with a map we're supposed to fill out to his specifications and asks, 'So, do you want to learn more about the region?'
I wasn't paying attention, and didn't even look up from my Sudoku before saying, 'No.'
The whole class started laughing and I realized what I'd said, and shortly after that, realized that I didn't care. The teacher has always rubbed me the wrong way. Theres something smug about his voice. So it didn't take me long to realize that being the spoiled American in this case was actually paying off. I got to snub that guy with a deadpanned expression, and didn't have to do that friggin map.
Win/win, bitches! The Sterotypical American in me begins to show its face! And it feels suspiciously like whipping out the pocket-bitch. Hmmm...
And you wanna know what feels better? CWRPS schmoop!
There's A Piece of the Puzzle...
Its... teeth-achingly sweet. Like a whole lotta cotton candy.
And I love me some cotton candy.
I sense a connection... but what?
Actually, I was moping midway through Geo class, and the teacher comes up to me with a map we're supposed to fill out to his specifications and asks, 'So, do you want to learn more about the region?'
I wasn't paying attention, and didn't even look up from my Sudoku before saying, 'No.'
The whole class started laughing and I realized what I'd said, and shortly after that, realized that I didn't care. The teacher has always rubbed me the wrong way. Theres something smug about his voice. So it didn't take me long to realize that being the spoiled American in this case was actually paying off. I got to snub that guy with a deadpanned expression, and didn't have to do that friggin map.
Win/win, bitches! The Sterotypical American in me begins to show its face! And it feels suspiciously like whipping out the pocket-bitch. Hmmm...
And you wanna know what feels better? CWRPS schmoop!
There's A Piece of the Puzzle...
Its... teeth-achingly sweet. Like a whole lotta cotton candy.
And I love me some cotton candy.
