"I've got some imperfections, but how can you collect them all and throw them in my face."

School is back.

I don't know whether to scream or jump for joy.

I'm feeling conflicted emotions lately. Not fun.

Chloraseptic tab things make your tongue feel really weird.

Algebra 2 was spent talking to Joseph/Jaki, throwing a paper ball at Zach and watching bounce of his leg, and sulking in the corner listening to happy music.

Boring.

I have homework in Music Theory, which will take me a total of two minutes.

My life is very uninteresting currently.

However, I shall now retreat into my Sherlock Holmes book, as I searched for it all week only to find it in my bookbag this morning.

Doesn't life make you feel idiotic sometimes?