The Story of My Life...

Not really, but sort of. Like, I was walking in LA class, and I tripped and nearly fell on someone. Go figure. Just thought I’d put that in there. Here. Whatever.

Oh, and best of all, I was sewing up my teacher’s curtains (yea, you read that right), I poked myself with the needle so hard, it bleed. If it hadn’t hurt so bad, it would have been really cool. Oh, and I think this kid now knows my name. Which is weird. And that same kid says I make him feel retarded. That could be translated as a complement, or not so. But whatever.

Am tired.