Wednesday, April 11, 2012

What the actual fuck

Got home from school yesterday around 5:30 as usual. Walked in. No furniture. The mom showed up and was like "Oh, we're moving. I sent you a text."

Lol I don't even.

They'd just thrown everything left in my room in a heap in the corner. Thanks. Real nice. I stuffed it all in whatever bags and suitcases and whatever I could find, and then we were off.

Did I mention that we don't have hot water in the new house? And there are only lights in the kitchen and the hallway. And in my room. Also it's really fucking cold there. Something about a heat cable in the floor with a leak. Which is also why we don't have hot water. No worries though, some dude came to fix it today.

Would've been nice if somebody would've told me that. I was running around the house in only my leotard. In all the commotion yesterday I'd just stuffed things in random bags, so I had no idea where anything was. Do you know how hard it is to find a black leotard in a heap of clothes? Found my ballet slippers 5 minutes before I had to leave. Ran into that guy about 1,000 times before I got dressed properly. Which wouldn't have been much of a problem if he hadn't been real cute. Oh well.

Right now I'm in math class. I haven't been here in ages, but I caught up real fast and even finished my assignments half an hour early. Even learnt how to use Geogebra. So no, I'm not skipping class to blog. Why would you think that. I would never do such a thing.

Twenty minutes left 'till lunch. I think the teacher suspects that I'm not making graphs. I think he wants me to keep making graphs even though I've made all the graphs I was supposed to make.

He's making me nervous, sneaking around trying to catch me and all. Got nothing more to write anyway. Win/win.



Anonymous said...

I've never been more jealous of someone in my life. Jealous of the dude that saw you not dressed properly.

LewisH2012 said...

Yeh you are a whore