I loved it today when my English teacher said to everyone, “those who don’t procrastinate are in the minority.”
Isn’t it nice when people admit to not being perfect? Maybe I can take a breath now.
I’ve been procrastinating for the last hour by being on this blog thing here. But I feel justified because I had to think about my math midterm all day (we took it last period) and I am positive that I bombed it. And yet, I came out feeling happy, because I had had a Eureka moment during the test about a porblem I was trying to figure out.
Next time we have a test I’m going to sit somewhere far away from her desk in the back. I hate it when she sits on it and looks over us. Makes me feel stupid for using up as much time as possible just in case, you know, I remember something.
I’m listening to John Mayer. His early stuff was the best. maybe because it was less rocky and he looked less like a drug dealer with all that hair. Also, he has nice lips. I’d kiss them.