Throw Lemons at Them

I’m writing another blog because I’m kind of bored and I can. I left school after A block today. I did my yoga presentation and then dipped because I didn’t want to go to math and bother the people who were studying for important finals.

I know I was supposed to stay because rules, but I figured that unlike Ms.Hutchinson, Ms. Gounis would not give me a zero on my final project if I didn’t come to class.

So I went home. Or rather, to Cecilias house, where she attempted to make me an egg over medium. She was not successful. It was rock solid because she forgot to take it off the pan or something. I don’t know what happened because I was in her room stealing sweatpants. Then I heard a lot of banging, so I went back downstairs and she said “i didn’t do it right.” I don’t know what happened to the egg, but she only had the one so she made avocado toast instead.

She’s trying to learn how to cook because she is going to be in Ireland for college next year and thus will not have a dining hall. So she has to know how to cook, at least a little bit. She is really struggling to learn. I think she may end up just having pasta and toast for every meal.

I had a really brilliant idea on Saturday night. And when I say brilliant, I mean absolutely idiotic and I should definitely not follow through with it, but I thought it was hilarious at the time. I really want to come in the last day of school with a bunch of lemons and throw them off the balcony at all the people I don’t like. Because I don’t know how people would react to fruit being thrown at them. And lemons are such a random fruit. I might not even discriminate between who I throw the lemons at and who I don’t. I might just chuck them into the mob of random humans and laugh every time I hit someone.

I think I might get detention or something for that. So I probably won’t do it.

probably.

I got an 87 on my math final, which I am really happy with. It most likely won’t change my grade at all, which is sad because I really wanted a B+, but also good because then I won’t get a B-. You win some, ya loose some. I’ve had Mr. Mac as my math teacher for the last three years. For Algebra 2, Pre-Calculus, and AP, and every single final he has ever given me, I have gotten an 87. All three of them. Algebra 2, 87.3. Pre-Calc, 87. Calculus, 86.6, rounds up to an 87. I don’t know how this happens.

Also how the heck do you spell loose? Clearly I spelled it right or somewhat right, because the wordpress spelling gods didn’t give me an angry red underline, but what the heck is that word. Loose. It looks so weird. I always think I spelled it wrong and I write it as losse or lose, which both look equally terrible.

I have nothing else to say now, I’m going to post, but also it’s only like 550 words so I’m going to have a physical inability to do that. Give me like five minutes and maybe I’ll get there.

Yeah I’m just going to go for it. no rules.