Update (:
Okay, I have no followers, which is fine right now. I just need a place to explain I how I feel on here. Kind of like a diary. I cant keep up with a regular diary.
Anyway, dont you just hate it when your parents take away your laptop because you were ‘talking back’? It urks me. I mean, duh Im talking back. Thats what you do in a conversation. Just because my mom was POed about something, doesnt mean she need to take it out on my freakin’ laptop.
And the other day, I was sitting by crush at lunch (like we do everyday because everyone has their own ‘seat’) and I was eatin a good lunch when Bob (not saying his actual name on the internet) took a sip of his water and put it down, not putting the cap on it. Then Bobs friend, Billy (not his name either) decided to PUNCH the bottle across the table, resulting it to pour all over me. I have never been so mad/angry/sad/embarrased/amused in my entire life. At first I was so mad, I couldnt think. When I looked at Bob, I started laughing because his face was beet red.
I went to dry myself off and when I did, Bob asked if I wanted to borrow his pants. And now… everyone asks me that when im in the halls.
