So I wake up every day at 8:00 am. Be jealous, public schoolers. XD And I go into the living room and watc one hour of tv, while simultaneously eating breakfast and mentally preparing myself for the school day. I do not talk before 9:00 am. Ever. Today I did, and let me tell you, I never will again. Today simply affirmed that it's no coincidence that I have an awful day everytime I do. (Even though I said I never did. Whatever.) To make a long story short, it started with my mascara clumping and ended with World War 3. My mom's pissed at my dad so I'll be grounded starting tomorrow for the forseeable future. Because I talked. Before 9:00 am.
I go to public school, well cegep and I get up at 8:00 when I have classes at 8:30, but that's because I live on campus so it's about 2 minute walk to class.
I don't deserve to be loved. I doubted the location of Quebec. But dude, what's with Canada having such weird names? I mean, Quebec? That doesn't sound Canadian. Oochmeyer. That sounds Canadian. Heading out to Oochmeyer, eh? See? It just rolls right off the tongue.