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My mom is procrastinating like shit.
No, seriously, it’s October and I still haven’t gone to school. I mean, the sheer amount of work I’m gonna have at this school is terrifying. And this school has a higher standard, what am I supposed to do?
My mom says I’m going the day after tommorow but I’m not quite sure.
I’m worried, though, cause I don’t look too good. You know, i spent most of summer being a slop. Like, no. I barely brushed my teeth the path. Gross, i know.
I’ve barely done anything but read naruto (and harry potter) fanfics.all day and sleep.
Quick question though, how was your summer? Mine was ok.
May is lame man, compared to the other ones
January –OH CRA-
February –Hmm, i wonder what this big red button does
March – Hey, don’t worry guys, I got this.
April – I bet this is just another fool’s joke–
May – FINE, I’ll do your stupid dare.
June – This drink tastes funny.
July – I’m feelin’ real lucky today-
August – This cliff seems pretty sturdy.
September – You guys wanna go? YOU WANNA GO? FITE ME, FITE ME M8 – YEAA 1V1 WTF A GUN IS CHEATIN-
October – I think I’ll leave my bazooka at home today. Just today.
November – Hey, check out that car. Lemmie see how fast it can go.
December – ARE U KIDDING. THIS IS OBVIOUSLY HARMLESS-
So, not much happening lately.
I wamted to fill you guys in on this story
-You know my post about the boy who punched me?
Well, his sister pretty much jumped me.
Basically, I share a car home with her, so we have to wait together. So, we sat in the KG playground and this uncle of ours (We’re cousins) came up and showed us fruits of this vine plant thing on the fences around the playground, and gave us one each.
So, when he left, the girl and Idil (the headmasters daughter and my cousin) messed theres up. Mime was okay.
Then they turn to me looking evil and then the chick tackles me.
I was sitting on a bench when she did this, so I fell back and ended up one the floor, with her and Idil trying to force the fruit in my mouth.
I had to freaking struggle, but I got that bitch off of me.
And, she tackled me again.
This went for a few.minutes, before I ran like a fucking gazelle and got out of there.
That family cray.
And that is the story of the crazy bitch who tackled me.
Jammy, sorry it took so long to write.
But, i didn’t help u were pretty much messaging me the whole time.
In the eye
By a 4th grader
Boy spit on me
Me fight boy
Boy punch eye
Boy in trouble
Thats about all I can say right now