As you probably hve not noticed, I hve stopped writing. Why? I don;t know. That story seemed wonky and downright absurd.
Anyway, back to my boring life. Today, I realized my attic is a deathtrap. Why?, asks the idiotic n00bs who care about this. It has nails in the sealing. No, not the rounded end, the end which can kill you. The owners were probably suicidal and decided to kill themselves at a later point in time, but forgot about it.
So, now then, on the topic of KBDC. It was….ok. I liked the dances, but felt it was lacking a bit. The grades are so biased. Half my class at (Censored) school [Take that stalkers!] voted for Point Blank and everyone else in the other grades voted for either Reckless or the pixie group.
On the third stop on the Tangent tour, my dad. He is the kind of guy that you believe had no childhood. He doesn’t grasp the concept of fun. If I play a game, he is, like, “Why are you playing this? Why are you not selling stocks or inventing the new Facebook?” Anything not making money is useless to him.
Stop 4: my grades. Let’s get this out in the open: My…grades…SUCK! I have a B in my elective. (If you know me, you’ll probably know what it is.) It sucks even more because I am an Asian. The term “Asian fail” describes my grade in the class. If you look at it, its like alphabet soup minus E and G-Z. That really pisses me off. Otherwise, its ok. My grade in science should go up to an A-, if she grades our notebooks. And my SS grade is a 98, because of an A- I got on a written response. I know this person who got a 114 on a math test that was out of a 100. A (Bleeeeep) 114! That’s like a person who dedicates his or her life to studying. She got it after he teacher curved the tests. She has also memorized books and their ISBN numbers. She’s definitely going to Harvard…..
