I wonder if something is wrong. Something that I am missing.
I mean I am so used to getting that every morning that now that they all the suddenly stopped I feel concerned. Regardless of this feeling every time I ask the answer is "No, I'm fine"
I wonder what got Patches panties in a twist today. I am guessing it has something to do with the fact that I have a better grade in Spanish then she does and that upsets her because she thinks everything is a competition. I could care less. I am excited though that I have a "B" in Spanish (look doing your work actually does get you somewhere) imagine that!
I have felt all day as though I am missing something, something important. Like I should be picking up on this but I am not. Every time I think about it I am worried that something is off. Maybe I am just projecting.
Last night was peaceful. Although my love did not last long in the world of consciousness it was nice listening to her sleep on the other end. She is devastatingly cute when she sleeps. (I know, I know typical teenager listening to her girlfriend sleep instead of hanging up) In my defense it is not like I get to see her everyday (even if I do talk to her everyday).
I studied for the math portion of the SAT last night till my brain began to get dizzy. The only thing I succeeded in doing was reassuring myself of my inevitable failure on the math portion of the test. Yippy!!!
You know here is my future:
I will fail the SATs miserably and epically, not have enough money to retake them because I am poor, and because of those sad scores I will fail to get into college, thereby letting my father down and showing my younger sister that the family is indeed cursed to become pregnant with fifty million children and live a life of prostitution or drug abuse. I will then be kicked out of the foster care system at the arrival of my eighteenth birthday and live on the streets eventually loosing my mind and becoming the crazy lady who scares the small children by screaming "down with Khrushchev " over and over again in a high slightly wicked witch of the west whine of a voice.
Promising, promising.
Nena
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The writing and reading sections of the SAT go well. And you are the student who shows the college board what a perfect 12 looks like, thus forcing them to stop saying, "We'll know it when we see it."
You pass the SAT math portion with flying colors, thereby becoming a famous mathematician who just happens to go on the find the end of all numbers, and the two even numbers that, when added, equal an odd number.
You develop the unused regions of your brain in such a way that reveals your ability to read minds. Soon, all the world is at your finger tips when you win the Noble Peace Prize for teaching the world your numerical discoveries in every language known to mankind (the knowledge of which you acquired through said telepathic abilities), bringing happiness and joy to all the small children who never thought they'd understand math. When you return home to your cozy dwelling with the chair, cartoon monkey, two dogs, cat, and child (64.5) you slump down in said chair, scratch said monkey's belly and lounge about waiting for your dominatrix lesbian lover to arrive (late as usual).
In short, love, you'll do fine.
ps - "Cute." Ew. xP;
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