I'm bummed out because Mom just got disappointed with me for a reason that I don't even wanna talk about. This is going to be a crappy post because I'm not in my right mind to actually process what I'm writing. The things that are actually running inside my brain are somewhat associated to food, summer class, grades that aren't out yet (and apparently, has no plans of actually coming out!), my Mom, my Dad, everyone, no one, myself, this blog, and a lot more. That was too random and I can't even just ughhh. Megan's still awake. I guess she got bummed out too about what happened. Oh for heaven's sake, I want rain. No, not from my eyes! From the skies! Not those very heavy ones, though. I want something that can be tolerated by every household's roofs. OKAY. Roofs. Roofs? Is that even right? I don't know. Just now I googled what the plural form of roof is, and I found entries that say, rooves, some roofs. Some even say rooves is wrong. So I'll stick with roofs. You know what? My tummy just grumbled. Borborygmi, that's what it's called -- when your tummy makes those weird sounds when you're hungry. And yes, you guessed it, I'm friggin hungreh. I wanted to eat Nutella sandwich but when I went downstairs, there was no loaf bread. Sucks to be me. OH JEEEZ. This post is even random-er than I thought. Random-er. Just the sound of it makes me think of how random I am.
I should really stop this babbles. -_- I'm making no sense anymore.
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