
Asked by Anonymous
yes. except we don’t have the same mother
Waking up in the morning:
Eating breakfast:
On the way to school:
Seeing all my friends:
Seeing all the jerks:
Lunch time:
Listening to teachers, repeating the same welcoming speech:
Finding out your best friend is in one of your classes:
Seeing my crush:
Finding out I have a cool/awesome/nice teacher:
Some weirdo sits and decides to talk to me:
When school ends:
When I arrive home:
last night, after 5 long minutes of planning, i decided to visit my “virtual mother”, Amorith, and Oscar, my step-father-to-be. these fabulous people live in friggin’ Brantford, ergo, a lonnnnng Greyhound bus ride. so i woke up this morning at 8:30 after 5 hours of sleep, rushed through my shower and all that morning jazz, and bused my lazy arse for 2 hours down to STC. the lovely gentleman working at the Greyhound ticket booth bestowed upon me these helpful words:
“I’m sorry, the Greyhound bus to Branfort, Ontario does not run here. Take another 3 subways and 5 buses and walk 10283791827 miles to 610 Bay St. and catch the bus there. oh yeah and that bus leaves in about 40 minutes. lolz you screwed.”
by this point i was hoping a bus would crash into this guy, but then i realized i have a greater mission. so i ran my arse off to try to catch the Greyhound bus all the way downtown.
i arrived at the station at 12:54 pm. the bus left on time, at 12:45 pm. at this point, no words can describe the rage i felt inside.
so i decided to go shopping at Eaton Center downtown. spontaneously. and wasted money.
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Obsession of bracelets and thumb rings.
i dance and brush my teeth to this song. (y)