Call me back tomorrow

Wasssup. Hi guys! School's been so shabangbang, lately! Mr. T was really P- I- S- S- E- D that more than a third of our class skipped the extra lessons yesterday, he ended up not teaching! Heh, looks like we didn't miss out on any Social Studies after all. And our Math teacher has gone all psychotic because only Rachel Fan can differentiate! That's 1 outta a class of 41 girls, ooh whee! Rah rah, Rachy!!!!

p(selecting a girl from class who can differentiate) = 1/41

Haaaa, at least my probability is still top- notch! Yea, actually I think probability is a stupid topic. I mean.......... Ok, I might use it when I grow up? I probably will? p(using probability knowledge when I grow up) = 5/14? Haha okkkkkkkk whateverrrrr, Justineeeeeee. Nobody really cares.

Anyway, I've a pet mouse! Yea, you read right. The 'not an animal lover' is now pet owner. I named him Stud. But tomorrow, I'm calling him Connor. Then on Thursday, maybe Lancelot? I'm not too sure yet, but I definitely want a name with 3 syllables for Thursday.

My vomit from Friday night is still..... There. I know I should be the one clearing it and everything, because it is MY vomit and no one else's. But the smell...... It's just so..... Funky. I've a feeling my mom is going to scream at me soon, if it isn't gone within the next 12 hours. But I think I'll just wait for her to scream at me. I need to be pushed. I'm not one of those people who'd readily clear their own vomit.

I'm bored of emotions. Sometimes not feeling, is better than feeling, isn't it? I dunno..... I need to make sense, and stop pretending. I'm going to delete this entry the next time I blog.

Yea, ok so this is the end. Much love and goodbye!