It seems this is a blog dedicated to my every complaint.

It snowed the tiniest bit. It was far too much and certainly not enough.

Getting more and more weird looks every time Taylor stops me to talk about HIMYM or The Sasquatch Gang. I'm not sure if I'm just imagining it or something, but it's pissing me off.

So much anger coming from my brother. I hate it. I hate it so much.

English is no longer enjoyable thanks to my student teacher.

I'm going bowling with the Laurels (just the freaking exclusive Laurels), and I was hoping to text Micaiah while I sat in the corner pretending to enjoy myself since he had texted to me a ": D" face in response to one of our inside jokes that came up today in English but hasn't responded to anything else. I'm sure he's just busy.

Amy tried to seduce the Doctor, what the hell.

Did I forget to mention that I slept through my phone and clock's alarm and didn't wake up til Clarissa called me at 6:20 and I ended up being almost an hour and a half late to practice? Yeah.