Alright I did. But I changed my mind. I am not a quitter I am a do-things-while-bitching-but-still-do-them kind of girl. Which reminds me of this funny quote I read in a T-shirt the other day "Rehab is for quitters". Isn't it awesome? It was worth it to make a fool of myself (I literally stopped the guy and told him to wait because I haven't finished reading a 4-words-sentence). Although now that I think about it, rehab isn't the worse idea. Why?
- Because my math teacher took away 6/20 points because he lost my exam and blamed ME about it. I got 13/20 and I could have gotten 19. And I talked to everyone about it. I speaked up. Nothing happened. Life sucks. Ice cream doesn't. But I don't have ice cream. I must serously stop this random thoughts.
- Because my mom grounded me and I don't no why. I literally don't know why. I asked and she said: "you know" and I was like" no I don't".
- I don't know what to do. Here in Venezuela you have to choose between studying math and biology or history and philosophy. I like all of them. I am more like a history person but I hate the "OMG! I hate math and I'm totally failing so I am taking the easy numberless subjects so I can party because it would be so terribl,e to spend more than one minute studying" spirit that drives most of the girls to choose humanist subjects.
- I am deeply worried for Venezuela.
- I ran out of nutella.