I always sucked at these things...no you dont understand...like majorly SUCKED... So anyway, here goes nothing!
I live up in Canada. (no. it's not a barran landscape with ice, we have CITIES.)
Actually, I'm from Pakistan. Love the place to death. The world doesnt know it like how i do. The beaches are to DIE FOR. All those shells, and fish! It's surprising.
Anyywhatever, ii LOOOVEEE EATING, sleeping, and hanging out with my bf. : ). My teen life revolves around us both :P.
I just started highschool , and its...........
uh..Great?
Okay, its not THAT bad, its pretty good, my average is like in the 90's , so im a SUPERNERD. but it feels liek something's missing.
I took drama and its soo hot. My fav class, it's first thing in the morning.
So anyway, the breaks are here. And i know i should be studying my french cuz the exams are coming but
im not going to : ).
I'm gna sit here burn my eyesight, and learn how to KNIT. it's like my mission ever since...grade 4. : )
When this girl named Angel ( ironically a total bitch ) Knit the teacher i had a crush on *yes. I was in love with my student teacher,dont laugh at me* a SCARF. I don't rember exactly what happened. But i DO remember scratching her, and my mom coming to pick me up. Oh man was she mad about having to come pick me up in the middle of winter. See, my mom doesn't like to leave the house much. Except when there's a sale going on. Anywayy, she came and starting eating on me about how its not nice to bite someone. I was lost, cuz i only remmebred scratching her. SO , I got a letter sent home. And a week's detention. I think i should have gotton expelled. BUT. I didnt.
Oh did i mention my teacher had something called the NAUGHTY BOX?
It sounds pretty wrong.. but it was where i spent my kindergarten years.
See, it was a big box at the corner of the room, past the crayon station and the sand box, if a kid got in trouble or did something "naughty" He/She had to go in the naughty box. So imagine little me, poking out of a box all alone. I swear i hate Angel. God knows what happened to her.
Okayy, so that's me. Sorry it's pretty lame, but its a saturday afternoon, and my moms on my case for brining up the laundry. Gah. I realized i made a spelling mistake, and now i'd have to touch the ouse and go fix it...
*5 secs of fusteraion*
Nevermind, i'm going to leave it. : ).

OH WAIT.
Actually nvm you can stop reading i just rmembered this REALLY COOL poem i was going to post, but i'm to lazy to go to my room and get it.

--I STARTED MY BLOG ! EEEEEK. *SQUEEL* i'm pretty excited about it!