Nausea

I feel nauseous.
Everything is spinning.


I can't analyze Shakespeare. I can barely translate Shakespeare.


And what's worse is I think I got a zero on my vocab mini-final for having my head turned around. I spent an hour preparing for that test for literally nothing? That is not going to happen. Well, I shall find out tomorrow.


I wasn't able to get my permit 'cuz triple gay doesn't want to give me my proof of registration.


Why do teacher's throw all this stuff at you all at once?

And who thought of pop-ups? And the inability to download firefox/mozilla? Answer: Bill Gates.

MATH&ENGLISH&SPANISH...ew. I hate Ms. Arreola. I hate talking about school. I wish I could just be some uneducated hick.