And the kids go searching, searching
And the kids stop, drop, wait from the top
So that's how it all roll, rolls~

....
Nobody has heard of that song?
Seriously?

I wish I could remember the title.

I felt like making a journal entry for no reason in particular. Or maybe I just don't want to do my projects. I CAN'T HELP IT IF MY FAMILY DOESN'T DRINK SODA. OR I CAN'T FOLLOW EXACT DIRECTIONS. SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE FUCK. "Your title should not be more that 20 font and not more than 4 spaces from the beginning of the first paragraph." "Take handwritten notes about the specific points you want to report about your topic."
Never before has a health project been so serious and detail-filled. It's just ridiculous, guys.
Anyhow. I really don't feel like taking handwritten notes on Schizophrenia right now. 'Specially 'cause it's raining.

Oh, by the way.
Mom said I could go to Hetalia Day. Now in specifics because it basically went like this:
Me: ...Hey, Jan.
Her: Wh-- Wait stop calling me that.
Me: But it's your name.
Her: Well it sounds weird coming from you. Anyhow, what do you want?
Me: There's this thing going on in Boston next Saturday that Becca (my one friend that I actually got into Hetalia) and I wanna go to.
Her: Didn't I, like, tell you I have to work? All day?
Me: Nawh, Claire's driving us.
Her: Oh okay. But why do you call all adults by there first names?
Me: BECAUSE I CAN.

Then I ran away and hide in a bush until it got dark.
Gooood times.

ANYHOW. I'm still on hiatus though, I just felt like sharing c:
LOVE YOU GUYS, MISS YOU GUYS, EVERYONE WISH ME LUCK THAT IT WILL KEEP RAINING SO WE DON'T GO OUTSIDE FOR GYM TOMORROW <333