i must look like a really poor kid.
i hate my shrunken pinafore.
i hate my torn blouses. but shall save some money and endure it for just another 6 months.
ohmygod, only 6 months left. i didn't realise.
anyway, i also dislike my hole-y shoes.
and v.v.v.v hole-y socks.
why are all my school stuff so torn and tattered when other people can make one blouse last for four years?
i must be really rough and active. somehow.
of course, please excuse my habit of switching bags whenever i feel bored. that totally gives me away doesn't it(:
changed to some half-ahlian-looking converse bag today for, hopefully, a change of luck. i'm so shallow. hahaha.
okay i'm just really crazy from doing three hours worth of Amath. and all the crazy questions from that book. which is like a billion times more than the textbook. totally madness.
i pray to score a B for Amath.
i'm just gonna bullshit for geography tomorrow. like make up stories and random solutions to problems. and if i don't know, i'll write as though i know.
i think i talk too much. yeah.
everyone, say hi to my alter-ego that appears under fatigue+stress.
the name's Noelle II. *wants to go on elaborating the nuclear division part, but decides not to be a freak.
shit, i haven't cleared biology and damned meiosis out of my brain yet. shortage of memory space.
okay, i'll stop talking.
goodnight everyone.
did i tell you that i bought a dress just yesterday?