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Wednesday, March 28

Tuesdays with me

you know something is wrong when you wake up in the morning and bang your head on your table before stumbling over your own feet. you know something is even wronger when on your way to school, you get caught in a huge spider web (AGAIN) and spend minutes trying to get the yucky and sticky stuff off your mouth, hair, hands, legs, bag and whatever.

you have to help other st nicks students clear the path for obstacles such as spider webs and snails by being the first to walk at carpark 26. so much for reaching school early.

you then have a day of lessons in which you daydreamed for 80% of them and even escaped chinese by touring around the school with a friend. you leave the classroom with a puzzled look on your face (and at the same time, wishing molly wouldnt appear and accuse you of looking too confused ) and make your way to the library to meet a friend. you act clever and use your phone while walking up the stairs. *flies. tumbles. jerk* your phone invented the new triple jump as it fell gracefully off the stairs. you yelp.

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you then played scrabble with nicole and thrashed her. you try to assure youself that u r no longer iron 2 oxidy or whatever when the instructor offers to play against you. you smile weakly and feel as though you were a lamb being served on a platter to the wolf. then, you lose and confidence hit a new bottom.

THAT, in case you haven already guessed, is actually how i live my tuesdays. people get monday blues. i dun see what is so bad about it. I get tuesday blues.