Disclaimer: I am aware that my complaints are irrelevant.
Every day during the week, my hair looks like a ratchet mess when I wake up and refuses to cooperate. But then as soon as the weekend rolls around my hair looks like it could be featured in a shampoo commercial. Of course my hair only looks good when no one will see it! Does this happen to other people too or is it just me? Comment below, I'm curious.
Why doesn't the tab button work on this site? (Let's just pretend that I started this with an indent.) I'm using this blog as a way to procrastinate on my other homework. Wow I wonder if these blogs are supposed to have proper formatting and perfect grammar... Why is it that five minutes of studying feels like two hours and two hours on the internet feels like five minutes? We may never know. And why is the upstairs of my house colder than the downstairs? I need to stop asking questions.
*takes a food break from blogging*
Yes, hello I'm back and I have news. This just in... my father borrowed my favorite pen to jot something down real quick and lost it. I am now very upset and I still have to study for my math test. This blog has basically turned into a stream of consciousness. Normally I would keep all my blog posts neat and concise but now I find myself rambling. If you are still reading this, *claps* thank you for staying with me. Now I must go cry. Oops I meant study for my math test. Autocorrect.
Well we shall meet again tomorrow for Slice of Life Day 3
Every day during the week, my hair looks like a ratchet mess when I wake up and refuses to cooperate. But then as soon as the weekend rolls around my hair looks like it could be featured in a shampoo commercial. Of course my hair only looks good when no one will see it! Does this happen to other people too or is it just me? Comment below, I'm curious.
Why doesn't the tab button work on this site? (Let's just pretend that I started this with an indent.) I'm using this blog as a way to procrastinate on my other homework. Wow I wonder if these blogs are supposed to have proper formatting and perfect grammar... Why is it that five minutes of studying feels like two hours and two hours on the internet feels like five minutes? We may never know. And why is the upstairs of my house colder than the downstairs? I need to stop asking questions.
*takes a food break from blogging*
Yes, hello I'm back and I have news. This just in... my father borrowed my favorite pen to jot something down real quick and lost it. I am now very upset and I still have to study for my math test. This blog has basically turned into a stream of consciousness. Normally I would keep all my blog posts neat and concise but now I find myself rambling. If you are still reading this, *claps* thank you for staying with me. Now I must go cry. Oops I meant study for my math test. Autocorrect.
Well we shall meet again tomorrow for Slice of Life Day 3