Eight o'clock in the morning, and even the sun is barely awake.
Not to mention me.
I'm sleepy.
The tute guys enters the room, and I think
what a fob =_=
but i look like a fob today too.
Its been awhile since I've made a post in prose.
If you can call this jumble prose.
Sigh, a shout out to my bed, I miss you T_____T
so so much right now...
Oh well, gotta get on in the day.
My tutor's at the front pacing away. Poor man, he thinks I'm studying, no doubt.
LOL
should I tell him I cheated for homework and just put all the data into excel?
Is that cheating?
Or being efficient?
I better stop before my brain juice runs out.
Bye bye.
zZZ
Let Imagination Possess A Pen, And What Results Will Be Beautiful
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