i mean i guess it’s my fault. story of my life, right? it all goes back to my stupid decision to not take math my senior year of high school. which means that i forgot pretty much 98% of everything math related. which in turn made me basically bomb the compass test math section. i got flying colors in everything else, i just completely and utterly failed the math section. which means that i have to take another semester of elementary level math. and it’s not even a semester. it’s a five week course. DURING THE SUMMER. from 8am-10am. that’s 2hrs/day. 5 days/week. that’s 20 hours/week. that is 100 hours that i could still be sleeping. i mean, come on. stupid. so i’m going to go retake the compass test. and kick it’s ass and make it my bitch.
but on another sad note. as of right now, i have classes on monday’s wednesday’s and friday’s from 9:20-12:40, which is basically what i have now. but i don’t have any classes on tuesday, and i only have a night class on thursday. brianna has classes only on tuesday and thursday. and on monday’s wednesday’s friday’s she works from 8-5. and on those days i work from 5-9. so. we’re never going to see eacother. dumb.
Come on, do it. Anon or not. BLACK = I would date you. GREEN = I think you’re cute. BLUE = You are my tumblr crush. GREY = I wish you would notice me. PURPLE = I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog. TEAL = We have a lot in common. YELLOW = I don’t know you at all. ORANGE = I don’t like your blog. BROWN = I don’t like you. PINK = I think you are unattractive. RED = I hate you with a burning passion. WHITE = You scare me.
Effie:He's so pathetic. Let me tell you something about Haymitch Abernathy. We were kinda friends before the 74th Hunger Games. I know, right? It's so embarrassing. I don't even... Whatever. So then at the games, I started wearing these gorgeous dresses made by this capitol stylist, and Haymitch was like, weirdly jealous of them. Like, if I would wear one of them he would be like, "Nice dress… not yours" And I'd be like, "Why are you so jealous of me?" So then, for my party, which was an all-stylish glamour party, I was like, "Haymitch, I can't invite you, because I think you're a hater." I mean I couldn't have a hater at my party. There were gonna be girls there wearing dresses just like mine. I mean, right? He was a HATER. So then his friend called and started yelling at me, it was so retarded. And then he threw away his telephone because no one would talk to him, and when he came back in the fall for the 75th games, his breath smelled really bad and he was totally weird, and now I guess he's a drunk.