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So I finally got back that Physics test from like 3 weeks ago that raped me. I got a 55. Okay, I didn't finish and just put down random numbers for 3 or 4 of the multiple choice, and didn't actually answer one of the problems...but still. A fifty-fucking-five? I saw it and just laughed. There was so much red, all over the place, I couldn't help it. Mr. Dalby didn't take too kindly to that. I sort of got really upset and went and told Mrs. Hershey because she always shows up after I get tests back. She was shocked and didn't even know what to say. I don't think I did that badly on a Chemistry test all last year, and I told her I didn't even finish it in time and she looked at me like I'd eaten a baby or something. My plan is to go back to Chemistry, and kick it's ass completely the second time around. Ugh.
My foot got fucked the fuck up from that stupid skewer in Vinny's shoe I stepped on/kicked yesterday. First, it definitely was bleeding, and I think it hit a muscle or something, and now walking hurts like a fucking bitch. Word. I was explaining it to Maura and Elena and missed half of the staircase and almost ate it, but I didn't fall! Go me.
Christine and I have problems and laughed for a million years because Maura said "sideways" at lunch? They all thought we were crazy, which I suppose we are.
Allie licked poprocks off of her hand in English when it was dead silent, and Ms. Vasile saw. We were all reading, and all of a sudden, Allie's cracking up and then she yells "Ms. Vasile just saw me lick my hand!!! I swear there were poprocks in it!!!" It was amazing.
I think that's everything.
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[30 Nov 2004|08:22pm] |
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I fucking hate essays. Plus I just realized, I hate half of what I had already written.
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My name is Emily and I can't write theses. Thesi?
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