She's Reading About the Egyptian Revolution

I know nothing about the Egyptian Revolution. I don't want to not know anything about it, I just don't because I can't find any informational sources that makes sense.

So anyway, hello. I don't know how long ago this was meant to be posted, but I'm filling it in now. Melissa and I are in the library as usual. Zach is next to me and Bre is far away.

I found out that my favorite pizza place is Pizza Hut. Their dough is just so yummy and fluffy. I LOVE IT.

I just got mildly insulted. In return, I feel mildly insulted. Anger anger anger. It's okay, Zach got insulted harder, but still.

I'm bored. I think it's time to start loading a Wheezy Waiter video. Brb.

OKAY IT'S STARTED. I'm now bored again. Zach's busy quoting himself.

I'm coughing up a storm here. I'm getting over a cold and it's not a very quiet thing to do.

Zach hit his finger with a book today. He told me.

MISTER MITCHELL. YOU MAKE MY LIFE SO HARD SOMETIMES. MY HEAD IS GOING TO EXPLODE. So I didn't know that our note cards were due on Monday (today) and I didn't do them over vacation, and now I probably have a zero for that bringing me farther from my goal of being on the honor roll. SOMETIMES MR MITCHELL I WANT TO DESTROY EVERYTHING IN MY PATH. THIS IS WHAT I THINK OF YOU.

I hope you laughed at that rather than got afraid or something. Good news, Colby's here. I'm bored again, what the eff. I almost typed egg. Hahaha.

You know what? I don't like eggs. I think they're gross. I also don't like ice cream. I like the chocolate syrup that goes on the ice cream, but I don't like the ice cream part. It's weird. I want Melissa to crochet me a pokeball. Bye Mr. Mitchell and creepy stalkers.