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SO, HI.
It's 12:03 A.M and here I am, at the dining room table, doing homework.
Everyone in the house is asleep, except me. Heckers, even my cat is sprawled out on the table beside my laptop, teasing me with her little paws moving as she chases a mouse in her dream. Now, I know that you know how i got here. I am a procrastinator at heart and have been since the beginning times of homework for me.
See what's funny is that at the start of the year i promised myself that this kind of thing wouldn't happen, but here i am. Now, what happened to that promise i made to myself? It went right down the drain with my dignity, sleep, and phone battery the second week of school.
What happened the second week of school? I had to miss most of the week to go down to Texas. Make up work is not my forte. It is majorly difficult for me to get done make up work along with the nights homework. So, it's safe to say that work really didn't get done. Then i started not to really care anymore. The spell of the honor child was broken in just a couple of days.
Now it's the end of the first quarter, i have missing grades, and i'm sitting here with my head in my hands wondering why i'm such a stupid idiot and listening to Celine Dion's My Heart Will Go On. Even though i feel like Jack falling down to the cold dark abyss of the Atlantic Ocean instead of Rose who took up the whole door and didn't feel nice enough to even give Jack her life jacket.
I'm getting off subject. Thanks a lot Celine. The time where i get straight A's - Near, far, where ever you are - will be the time my cat decides to get off her lazy butt and catch a real mouse instead of dreaming about it. All i've really done since I've sat down at this table at 5pm is have a text war and write two journal blogs...
I did get up at one point and watch two episodes of The Walking dead. Which, by the way, was AMAZING.
At 11:30 my mom headed to her room for the night and asked me when i was going to bed. I looked up at her with these half dead eyes of mine and just whispered, "Never."
Yeah, she didn't take it well. I got yelled at for a bit before i just said I'll go to bed soon. The small lie was enough to get her to leave me alone and to make her go to her giant king sized bed. Have i ever told you sleep is my favorite thing? I think that's another sign that I'm lazy.
Yeah, i have a giant pile of make up work to do. I don't even know if the teachers will even accept half of it because it's so late. I doubt you've read this far. It isn't a very interesting journal blog.
OH MY GRAVY i just scared the mess out of myself because i thought i saw something out of the corner of my eye and then i looked over and NOTHING was there. OHHH no. OHHNONONO. I'm going to pee my pants. I'm not good with scary things. SNUGOMS WAKE UP. PROTECT ME WITH YOUR DECLAWED PAWS. MS. Weekman if i die tell them it was a ghost. A ghost is after me. Tell my family i love them!!! TELL THEM NOT TO SAY ANYTHING BAD ABOUT ME AT MY FUNERAL and that i want free pizza for everyone and no one is allowed to wear black. Only rainbow colors. Also i want Liza and Bailey to throw themselves over my casket. I want Julia to stand at the front with a grim reaper costume on. I want - OHNO. THEY'RE HERE. igrepwgvunactimqrhrsij;o/dfvgjbhkntbuevrytwarECRETvyhubeijnom 786rytesvtyubtirnyudumitn7d6r5r6zdtyj ydtdyfgcyjhgmhfuknyutyikliutyutbdyvryvuruihj,pgcifu.
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