I think my dad’s beginning to figure out how immature I am…
Today, while using my cousin’s iTouch, his finger slipped and tapped the wrong thing. “Ah, I fatfingered it.”
Me:
Him:
Michael and I doodling in Calc today, you jelly?
Also, guess what? That supposed assignment that Mr. O’Grady was going to assign to us non-honor-roll-trip-goers? A BLUFF.
AWH YEAH BROS, THIS WAS TOTES ME AT TODAY’S GAME.
GPOY.
School.
Walking to school:
Morning lessons:
Break with friends:
Realizing we had homework:
Guessing the answer to a question and getting it right:
Lunch:
Hearing a secret about someone:
Overhear someone bitching about me:
Last lesson:
Getting home:
(Source: marfsss)
