So you like, like like him?
Yeah, and… I don’t know… I think he likes likes me too. Like the other day he came up to me at lunch and was like that’s a really cute skirt.
I have to meet this guy. What’s he like? Is he preppy-ish?
Not really. Just like a normal guy…. I guess. But you’ll meet him this Saturday. He’s just so sweet, y’know? He’s always texting me and calling me and he always “Likes” my status updates on Facebook.
Oh my god that’s adorable. Ok, so… random, but I hate the new profile page.
I know. No one likes it. I don’t know why they keep changing it when literally no one wants them to. Like at all.
Yeah it’s dumb.
Ugh…. I still have like 4 hours of math homework to do.
I know. Fucking kill me. It’s like he doesn’t understand that we have other classes.
Really. And sitting in that class is like being tortured. No I mean... like... it has to be against some international law or something.
But honestly, seriously, calculus should be illegal. I thought I finally understood, like really understood, derivatives and then yesterday he says, “Now we’re doing partial derivatives”. And I’m like “Really, really? Is there seriously more of this shit?”.
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