Dare me, dare me

I'm gonna post and it's gonna be boring. If you don't like it, don't read it.
MY blog, not yours. :}

So, for once, I woke up before six this morning. It was a very not rushed morning, and I even left my house early. That happens about once in every 20 days, basically. So it was really good. Um, last night was bad cause I was all bad and it was bad. Nice grammar right there. So, I thought I was over it, but I was in a pretty weird state. When things are so bad, you're in hysterical denial and everything's funny. Not that things are even that bad. Anyway, English was good. I had to present something and I'm pretty sure no one could hear me. Luckily, my english teacher is a smart lady and was marking us on the written work and not our presentation. So, I bet I did just fine. Then we made masks. Masks >D It's something I enjoy. Also, I sat with acquaintances and was social. Golden star for Mandy.
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Science, I got my unit test back that I studied my face off for. Five hours. I haven't studied that hard since exams. Anyway, I got a 67%. That's pretty freaking good, considering I slept through the entire unit. And I got a better mark on something else. We started a new unit. It makes me laugh and I like it. I like science, I just need to not sleep through it. :)
Anyway, then I fell down some stairs walking back to my locker. I'm pretty sure my eyeballs popped out of my skull in the process. Go Mandy. :D
Uhh, I had no one to sit with at lunch. Well I did, but I don't like sitting with acquaintances at lunch, I like sitting with my favourite people. So I ate in the washroom. Again, go Mandy :D Then I was readingreadingreading and with KristinKristinKristin. Awesome freaking bellossom, as apposed to studying for the French test I had next period. I think I passed that, by the way, which is a shocker. French was good. Phys Ed was whatever. I don't even feel for that class anymore when Emily's not there. I'm just a mindless robot who does most things wrong and the teacher is slowly giving up on me.
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Time to stop blogging.
Speak is quite the fine piece of literature. As long as you don't mind feeling the constant need to rip your eyeballs out. Yeah. Bye.