im a shitty writer

aaaand im procrastinating from studying for my last final.

so, i cant write essays for shizz. but the ones im REALLY interested turn out really well. and then there's the blog that i manage at work. i guess that counts as writing...

trip down memory lane. whee!

i was lazy and fat the summer before 6th grade. go figure haha
my sister was disgusted i think and did something about it; she put me to work. she made me do a book report every week, so instead of being on the computer all day or watching tv, i actually had to drag my chubby ass to the library, get hella books, read them, and actually write about them. and she graded them, too!

at first i was mad, but i tried hard not to show it because otherwise she wouldve beat me haha... no really, she wouldve beat me

so finally 6th grade rolls around. im still chubby :( anyhoo, I remember my teacher was Mrs. Hartinger and man, she was effin TOUGH. and she HELLA made us write. and looking back on it, on all the writing assignments we had, my lowest grade was a B+ which was the only one I got (which meant that the rest were A's and A-'s... and trust me, that NEVER happens).

thanks Ate :)
thank you for making me write, and thank you for attempting to foster an appreciation toward reading in me


[WARNING: little sister moment!]

Thank you for the times you used my fingers to pick your nose... NOT.
And thanks for the time you said "give me your hand" and i stupidly did and you ended up cracking my knuckles for the first time and it really really hurt and i started whining and crying and i think mom started to get mad. the end.

okay back to studying :(