Back! Before I disappear again! (SUCKAS)

Well...

It's me

Woohoo?

No one's going to clap for me?

Well, fine. Let me tell you my day. Before I forget and don't care anymore. First off, this is how my life goes on every second Tuesday:

6:00-7:05

• Mama/Abah/Simba wakes me up. Or tries to anyways.
• I usually stay in bed and stare around until my sister leaves the bathroom.
• Then I shower.
• Curse towel hanger for being broken.
• Make the bed.
• Pack my bag.
• Slip down the stairs.
• Put down my bag and binder.
• Realise I forgot socks.
• Go upstairs to get socks.
• See that I haven't washed socks.
• Give up on socks and swear to wash socks but never will remember until Thursday.
• Go down and eat breakfast.
• Get into argument.
• Wear flip-flops and walk with Simba and siblings to bus

In Bus,

• Take a seat next to window before sister to earn glare.
• Stare out window until interesting conversation pops up.
• Interrupt interesting conversation until interesting conversation is no longer interesting making it just a conversation.
• Stare out window or repeat.

Out of Bus,

• Walk all the way from elementary to middle school building.
• If meets friend on the way, pounce on them but make sure they ARE your friends or that would be embarrassing. (Trust me, I know)
• Walk past grass until you realise that there's a smiley face there made out of wet grass.
• Climb up stairs while grumbling that because eighth graders are the oldest, they should be on the first floor because they are old and grumpy.
• Arrive at eighth grade commons.

In Commons,

• Dump things in locker
• Curse the cold and for dumping your sweatshirt in locker
• Debate with self whether or not to get sweatshirt from locker
• No locker wins
• Takes book and walks over to gang and waits for Nizzie to come by or Nmaria.
• Meanwhile, talks to Ndong Nmin and/or reads and/or talks to Nother Npeople
• Finds Nizzie and pokes her until she spazzes out about poking her then follows her to locker.
• Meets, Nvictoria on the way.
• We all partay while waiting for the bell
• Everyone starts leaving and we stand there stupidly until we realise that the bell just rang.

That's my morning. Boring, no? I'm sure there is a more fun morning for people out there. That's how an international kid does it. Just thought you should know. Maybe I'll tell you guys more about it later...hmm...yeah...maybe.

Sorry for keeping you waiting or leading you to abandon following my blogs,

Marsymallow