OMG, I've been glomped by a serial hugger!

Today, like most days, was day-ish.

I woke up late. Then remembered that I forgot to wash my bangs last night. So I had to do it in the morning. So I washed my bangs. Then the blowdryer didn't work. And neither did my straightener (I honestly thought it would dry my bangs. That proves how beauty-supply-savvy I am). But then my daddy fixed it. And so I dried like the wind and ran out the door. And then I sat in the car for ten minutes. And then I sprinted to my first class.

I hate block schedule days!

English was English. I forgot my glasses. So I could not read.

Then was PE. We played dodgeball. Instead of yoga, which I don't really mind all that much. It was scary. But the only way I got out was win a ball bounced off someone's leg and hit me. I throw like a girl. -___________-

Then we ran. Bleck. With a capital X. Totemo bleck.

During lunch I got le-glomped by Paul, who has been referring to himself as both the Notorious Serial Hugger AND the Cookie Bandito. Yay for you, Paul. You win Dork of the Thursday.

I drank chocolate milk. Some stranger-friend of Marsha gave me it. It was guud.

Rawr.

World History was World History. [Hey, like English!] I learneded about Japan. They didn't mention the Shinsengumi! Darn you, text book!

Oh well. I am happy. Yesterday I got to invade my crush's personal space. He was sick. And red. So I felt his forehead and cheeks to see if he had a fever. He did. I can die now.

Video for you all:





This is from my anime club's Valentine's Day party we held a few weeks ago. It was fun.