Happy Valentines Day.:)
Or is it valentines day?
Or Valentine's Day.
Or valentine's day.
Or Valentines day.
Or valentines Day.
Why is there so many ways!:evil:
Wait, no. It's Why are there so many ways.
I oftenly get side-tracked.:oops:
Or is it side tracked.
Exactly.
This might be my longest blog ever:D... but that's probably because I began spacingmy sentences like Munchgun.
And I do this not on purpose.
Or do I?
Exactly... Again.
Oh, yeah. I keep forgetting to get to my subject.:oops:
Sorry this blog came one day too late.
Did you hear about the manatee who didn't get what he wanted for his birthday?:shock:
I didn't.:lol:
I tried this four times before and this makes me angry.:x
The first time, I had to eat.:x
The second time, I had to do homework.:x I hate homework.
The third time, My annoying brother inturupted me and went on the computer for about a hour. Maybe more.
The fourth time, my dad had to look something up. I was waaaaaaayyyyyyyy farther than where I am typing right now... Well, sorta.
This is my fifth time typing this, and I am ANNNNGRRAAYYYYYYYY!!!:x
Why do I say "...Well, _____"
I don't know why.
Very strange.
I expect this blog to get at least 10 comments.
Or more.
Or even more than that.
Oh, now to my subject.
The subject is my crazy school day.
I feel that this must be documented.
I'll start with English, and go in order up until math.
Tell everyone to comment on this blog, cause this blog is very epic.
I'm almost level 21!
Exactly... again... again.
Ok. Now I shall begin.
*Flashbacks in sepia tone*
"It was a normal day, I thought to myself, not even thinking what was to follow. What was to follow would give me an awesome day, and a headache.
I began my day with english. It was a normal day with a test. After my test, my teacher made me and my classmates write a story about her being a princess and blah blah. I didn't feel like writing, so I just drew (Is that even a word?) it out like a comic-sort-of-thing. When English ended, I had to go to Writing Enrichment.
Writing Enrichment failed to enrich my writing, because my writing is perfect. mI wrtng sprfct :arrow::question:
Art was boring, I said to myself, because it was.
Popular Culture is a class where I learn about old stuff, and things like that. I had to glue stuff on a piece of paper. I used Nintendo Power as the magazine I had to cut stuff from!
Lunch was boring. I ate stuff.
Math. The best thing ever... sort of. Math is my favorite cl*ss. Notice I said CL*SS and not SUBJECT. My epic teacher, Mr. Dagger, has this tradition thingy of making this mix of these really depressing songs every Valentines Day. He doesn't do it because of him. He does it to annoy other people. When he was a sophmore, his roomate broke up on valentines day morning, so Mr. Dagger made this big mix and played it all the time for about a week. He said that if he saw any tears in my cl*ss, he would not send anyone to detention, because he'll probably just laugh. Brittney Spears began to play.
Mr. Dagger said"I know all the words to this song, and I also know the dance."
He began to dance in his seat, and the whole class began to scream. Pure epic.
"I have an idea!" He said as he picked up the phone. He called my english teacher and told her that her prescence is needed in math. She hates math. As me and my classmates were confused, he explained what we were going to do.
She walks in. The lights are off. The music began. One person gets up and starts getting up and dancing. Another person. Best Math class ever. I can't really explain it, because it's just that epic."
That's all folks!
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