Epic Fail.

In school, we're doing this tape project for English. Basically what we're supposed to do is record sounds of various noises around your household and you need to get at least ten. We record our intro, then we do each recording three times in a row with pauses in between. Later, we finish it all off with a conclusion. Now I don't know what any of this has to do with English but what I do know is that i would procrastinate BIG TIME which is probably why I chose to work with a partner. This way, I have someone that will push me to do work and I'lll get things done on time for once.

Today, I went to my partner's house to record our sounds. We had done eight and we went to her older brother's volleyball game. But while we were there, there must have been a slip of a finger or something because it started recording and we didn't even realize it. Which brings me to the conclusion that I have to go to her house this Easter to finish it. EPIC FAIL.

I came home and I got two Gossip Girl books which is my guilty pleasure. But they didn't have the continuation of the last book so I had to skip that and buy the next two. Now, I am contemplating whether or not I should just read ahead and skip the book or wait until the bookstore gets the skipped book. Ah, decisions...isn't my life so interesting? :)

I currently have the song "eBay" by Weird Al Yankovic stuck in my head, such a catchy tune.....
But seriously, they have everything on eBay. There are even views for your youtube videos or subscribers for your youtube channel on there. I mean, desperate much? I wonder if any of the youtube partners actually did that....hmmm.....things to wonder...

Ohhhkayyyy, so I officially have nothing to talk about. I dunno, are my days just getting boringer (not a word) or am I just getting less creative?

xoxo.

Not Worth Reading.

Yawn. I stretched my thin arms and I hit the ceiling. Geez mom, thanks for getting me that bunk bed. I stumbled down the ladder and opened the door. Squeak. I padded down the hallway and splashed water on my face and looked in the mirror. Fatso. I got changed into short shorts and a scarlet Guess tee. I went to school. Took a two hour long test. Wasted my day.

Today was such a boring, waste of time. I don't necessarily think that school itself is boring. It's just Mondays make me want to puke. Hopefully, tomorrow, I would actually have something to talk about.

xoxo.

My Productive Sunday.

Sunday, April the fifth: currently 4:08 pm.

On Sundays I usually lie around the house and boredom fills my tiny little head. Today I considered finishing my homework countless times but thought against it when i thought about all the hard questions that awaited me. So right now, it is crinkled up in the bottom of my black messenger bag.

Instead of doing my homework like a good girl, I went to the park and became a photo whore. I jumped around and my mother took pictures of me. The one at the top was outside of the basketball court and if you don't already know, it's taken in midair. I love how the grass is so green and my converse look super-bright. The mood is so bouncy, carefree and cheery. Which is ironic because that wasn't how i felt when this picture was taken. For a person that hates homework, I spend a good amount of time worrying about it or how the teacher would get pissed. Oh, God, I'm thinking about it now.....

I'm getting paranoid!

xoxo