failing at life BTS

Screaming Noodles

It's literally only nine pm and I'm already tired af.

I would just go straight to bed and take a shower in the morning, but I can't do that because then I would have to wake up even earlier than I already have to tomorrow because of debate. I'M BEING DEPRIVED OF MY PRECIOUS SLEEP AND BEAUTY BECAUSE OF A STUPID CLUB. Don't get me wrong, I love being in debate, but seriously...making kids get up and go to school at 8 on a Saturday? Have you gone nuts? The whole purpose of having weekends are so that we kids can sleep in. Isn't doing this basically destroying the entire idea of a weekend?

And here I am, not wanting to take a shower cause they take forever and then I'll get really sleepy and won't be able to do anything. Why does typing a story always take so friggin long. It took me like an hour to get out an update for my other stuff that I haven't updated in like three weeks. For my imagines and stuff I usually write it on paper first (my school doesn't allow electronics so I can't use my phone to update stuff) and then I edit and type it out at the same time, but for these, I'm spontaneous. I just write whatever, whenever because I'm usually at home when I wanna update this. Agh, you don't wanna hear about this kind of boring stuff....I'll try to thinkn of something better to write...uh...

Well, the guy I was talking about yesterday, "Ashley", avoided talking to me again today. A message for him: MAN UP, DUDE. Oh yeah, I remember something...okay so, today at lunch I packed noodles. Like you know the kind that kinda looks like a pencil, I don't know the name obviously, well I had those for lunch mixed with like this weird sour sauce my mom makes. I mean it tastes good most of the time, but today it was extremely disgusting. I had a few bites and then gave it away to this super tall guy a grade above me because I was walking around the hall being like, "I have food! Please someone take my food!" And he like came up to me and asked, "Are those noodles?" And I'm like yeah and so he took them. After like five minutes he tried to give 'em back and said, "Why do they taste so weird?" And I just ran away from him like a crazy person because I didn't want him to give it back and yelled, "No." until I got to the girls' bathroom and then continued to yell it in my friend's face cause conveniently she was in there. Sorry Fiona.

I'm so weird omg.

Well, I'm gonna go finish updating my other thing and if you read all my stuff then stay tuned for an update even though I may not post it today because a) I still have one part that i'm not done writing, b) too tired to finish that part, c) it's late, I'm tired.

And for the picture on the side, WORK IT, PEWDS!
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-nicholeisabelle