"If you keep pissing me off, I AM GOING TO HUG YOU."
French Class Girl makes no sense. Well, actually, she does. I told her that only my friends may touch me. That excludes my entire French class because they're all stupid. Unfortunately, she has taken this as an invitation to touch, prod, and slap me whenever she feels like bugging me.
You know what I did to piss her off? I answered a question correctly. GASP! I'm such a horrible person! How dare you, Super Duck? How DARE you? OH, THE HUMANITY!
I am sad because I almost certainly will not get to go buy some stuff I need for my guitar tomorrow due to bad weather. Aww. Oh, well, I wasn't entirely sure if I'd want to ride in a car for a total of four hours with my dad and his girlfriend, anyway. Still, I had been looking forward to that Guitar Center all week... Damn! I live in a shithole with no instrument stores. I suppose I can always wait another week, though...
I am also sad because I am ill. My nose is all of a sudden under the impression that it is a track star and therefore must run everywhere. Half of my teachers do not leave tissues out in their classrooms. This is not a fun combination. Notebook paper and lunchroom napkins do not make good tissues. They do not make good tissues at all.