Oh golly.
Already I've changed my mind. I should probably learn to stop being so wishy-washy.
So, I wrote this note to the kid who sits beside me in one of my classes.
Dear Sir, I am dissatisfied by your lack of personal hygiene. I highly suggest you correct this problem, as the aroma you produce is nauseating. Thank you for your time. From: anonymous.
Yeah...
In my defense, he does smell AWFUL. My eyes water at the stench. I'm just lookin' out for him, y'know?

Anyway, I had an exceptionally wonderful day. It was 85% perfect, honestly. I haven't had a day that swell in... gee, I don't know. Less than a month, but more than a week, which can feel like ages. So, I'm a bit worried now. Tomorrow must be good, I'm sure. Commencing the Shakespeare unit in English, Science that makes sense, a lunch that... well, I won't explain... French that makes sense, and Phys Ed that I like. I thought I was even doing pretty good with the sport we're playing now... you straight up disagreed to an upsetting extent, but hey, I'll get over it.

I'm always getting over everything, aren't I? I'm always apologizing when I shouldn't feel sorry, and I'm always letting things slide. I can't even properly despise the most foul being I've ever met. How is this?

Also, tomorrow I'm finally hanging out with my bffl again. :) Thursday will be good too, and Friday... eep. I don't know. I have high hopes. Upcoming events, don't let me down.

I hate that I'm blogging again, but...