Sunday, September 21, 2008
This is going to be my last will and testament.
Mom, you can have all my saved money. Sis, you can have all my clothes. Doggie, you can...
WAIT.
Why am I even going to die? I could die of pneumonia, hypothermia, whatever. But dying of schoolwork? Sheesh.
Our relationship is a respect-hate system. I know that even when I hate him, he's trying to teach me something. But right now, he's just a terror teacher trying to destroy my life, my sleep, and give me pimples on my face.
SHOOT HIM.
