Blondie

A bit of a life update for those who are interested.
          I started university this year. I'm currently an engineering student. Which, yeah, I'm really excited about. I got into my dream university, so it feels great.
          
          So what does this mean for this account?
          Well first of all, I will most definitely not be writing any further stories. I just don't have time and my studies are my priority.
          
          I am also no longer in school, so the goofiness, that I posted about in Life of a BlondestNerd, is no more. I will however share any stories if silly things happen at uni. Which to be honest, is going to happen.
          
          I will continue to post announcements about the silly thing we get up to if I don't see it as worthy of a chapter in my book, but funny enough to share. 

Not to be damatic, but I think this quiz just ruined me. https://uquiz.com/quiz/oz0xOu?p=237806 or type  "Hogwarts Houses but Pottermore can die by my blade"  into a google search.
          
          This isn't just a house quiz this is a whole vibe check. I am currently contemplating my whole existence.
          
          On the bright side, this quiz finally answered the qeustion of whether I'm a Slytherin or a Ravenclaw. Pottermore always switched between the 2. This quiz actually explains to you why you're the house it chose for you, and not the others.
          
          It's great.
          
          Also, this isn't my quiz, I have no affiliation with the creator, I just want other people to suffer with me. 

I'm dating a dumbass! Like it's really fucking cute, but still.
          So last night he put on a horror movie, obviously to try to scare me into cuddles, (as if I don't cuddle enough when I'm not scared).
          Long story short, he scared himself so much that he got absolutely no sleep, while I fell asleep half way through the movie. 

Listen, I know that I've said it a million times before, but my life would make an epic novel. But the fact that I can now add the #theywereroommates tag to this novel is getting out of hand. 

I heve decided that I'm just no good at starting school. The in between part is fine, but the start...
          
          I can't remember much from first grade, but I'm pretty sure I showed up with knocked out front teeth. At least at the time everyone just assumed that I lost them naturally, but I'm almost certain I hit myself with a hammer.
          
          High school (we don't have middle school), I also started with a soar mouth. I got my braces removed literally the day before we started. I also had a sadist for a dentist so that hurt for a week.
          
          I start university in 2 days time. Last week I had my wisdom teeth removed. I still have stiches in my mouth for the next 3 weeks and I'm not allowed to eat solid food for 2 weeks. I'm currently walking around with icepacks on my cheeks.
          
          I don't know what it is about starting a new school that makes my teeth fail, I'm just really greatful that my family never moved, so I never had to change schools more than strictly necessary.
          
          I don't think my mouth would have survived that. 

Today I tell the story of why my life science teacher wants to kill me, which is irony at its best.
          
          The worst part is that, that wasn’t even the worst thing I said that day.
          
          Check out the new chapter of Life of the BlondestNerd. 

Okay, so I know it's been a while, but I'm back!
          
          So I was sitting in bio class and we were talking about the fight or flight response. The teacher goes, "When you get scared, adrenaline kicks in and blood is directed to vital organs. That's why you feel cold when you're scared because your blood flows away from your skin."
          
          My friend just gives me the look and I'm just like, "Yes, I am always scared."

The most on brand thing happened this week.
          
          I was called into the deputh headmistress's office, because I was running and screaming at break. Apparently, a deputy headgirl should set a better example for the rest of the school.
          
          In my defense, I was chasing my friend who stole my pizza. 

Today's mood:
          Swallowing my sleeping pills with coffee

I hate when people ask me what I like to do. They force me to confront the idea that I don't have a personality.