i got nothing to blog. pfft. lit lecture was okay. i got home late. dpa is stressful. i can't wait. now i feel tired, and i don't know why. i'm blogging in a weird way, i don;t know why. i seem to be writing in a poetic flow, but i don't relly care.
lit analysis is pits, only two in the level got a. you can go and die o's, i hate you. my life is the pits know, i am sad. come back, life, and i shall love you again.

gosh. thats a CRAP post.