Mess with my sister and I’ll beat every one of your hairy asses.
We had a sub in AP Econ today so of course my classmates had to make it a party. Notice how comfortable he is?
I almost chopped off my cat’s junk in class yesterday and my teacher’s response was, “It wouldn’t be the first time someone’s handed me cat genitalia.”
Everyone in my class is freaking out about whether they should go to UCLA, Brown, or Stanford and I’m just sitting here like
Just because you’re not a math, science, writing, or history genius doesn’t mean that you don’t have a brain or the potential to be any kind of great.
Going into stats is like bringing a water balloon to a gun fight.
My black prom dress is going to go so well with all of my prom dates’ black tuxes.
With boys extravagantly asking girls to formal, I’ve realized how ungirly I am. Or maybe how boring I am. If a guy were to ever ask me to anything I’d prefer him to just spit it out. I don’t need flowers or a huge poster or other people to help him ask me out. But then again boys stink and I won’t date until I’m 50 sooo…
your teacher’s cool bananas when she sings along to Ensembell’s Eye of the Tiger with you.
I say that I’ll start my research paper and then five seconds later I’m super glue deep in making my Halloween costume. Oh, priorities.