so this is my life.

and i want you to know that i'm both happy and sad
and i'm still trying to figure out how that can be.

and this is the part of life i like to call: cramming.

56 vocab. words.
bring it on.

my mom went to open house.
and she's proud that my lowest grade is currently an 84%.
i think that's just decent... but those are my standards.

all of my teachers said something along the lines of "blah blah blah, good student, blah blah blah, does her work, blah blah blah blah, participates, blah blah blah, yay!"
but i get that every year.
this isn't a new thing.
i wish that a teacher would say something different for once.
maybe it's because they just don't know who i am so they look at my grade and go "oh she must be a good student!"
bleh. i don't know why that makes me mad... it's not a bad thing.
and i'm sure people would rather get those comments. but whatever.

ms. sears said that i need to proof read my papers.
which is so true because once they're printed i don't look at it again until it's graded and back to us.
but how did she know that i didn't?
she reads minds.

eminence vs. imminence.
impracticable vs. impractical.
why is this ridiculous?
why won't i ever use these words after the test?
gahh.

so things are getting back to the way they used to be.
also, my halloween costume isn't my best...
but the group of us are.
maybe with the beard...
btdubs, i'm dumbledore (:

moral of the story: paramour: n. an illicit lover.