Well, first of all. Sleeping in class. I passed out in world history today. Kind of really freaking embarrassing, drooling and talking in my sleep. Mr. Femrite took it as snoring and I felt awful I was tempted to say I don't snore, it was just in coherent mumblings, but c'est la vie me being me (absolutely bonkers and a half) said nothing. I've been meaning to start writing in my diary again. Mostly because mumbling to myself when I'm home alone has become, y'know, uhm, awkward and not rad.
Rambling. I ramble. Mostly, when I get up and have to make a speech and have nothing to work off of. I improvise, and that's where things get... Well, not... Good. That's where I tend(i.e. start) to ramble. And, well that happened in english. We had to do a project describing ourselves. SOI went up unprepared and just started rambling. Before Spencer had the chance to elbow me and say: "rambling!" Mrs. Goosman got me back on topic. Thank God.
Rambling. I ramble. Mostly, when I get up and have to make a speech and have nothing to work off of. I improvise, and that's where things get... Well, not... Good. That's where I tend(i.e. start) to ramble. And, well that happened in english. We had to do a project describing ourselves. SOI went up unprepared and just started rambling. Before Spencer had the chance to elbow me and say: "rambling!" Mrs. Goosman got me back on topic. Thank God.
