i don't like the way my mom insists on reading my APUSH essays like they're literary masterpieces. a literary masterpiece scores a 3/6. a blocky formulated response scores a 6/6.
i don't like the way my mom insists on reading my APUSH essays like they're literary masterpieces. a literary masterpiece scores a 3/6. a blocky formulated response scores a 6/6.
i try to tell her that but she doesn't listen every time. this time is different because i lied about how much progress i made, but she really pushed me to see my non-existent work. thankfully i convinced her otherwise but it still scared me for a bit. i always get busted for the wrong reasons. i could [HYPOTHETICALLY] fucking murder someone and only get caught because someone thought i looked like the [HYPOTHETICAL] murderer of someone else completely unrelated.
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i had to go sit with my injured dog on the couch, because he hopped up there when he wasn't supposed to, and he can't jump down at the moment without hurting himself. i sat with him for two hours doomscrolling on my phone, because i couldn't move or do anything else. i finally decided to try and swap out with my brother so i could move on to other things, but at that exact moment, my mother came home. that caused my dog to jump down (thankfully he didn't get hurt), which i was put to blame for. also, now that she's home, i can't do what i had just gotten up to do. it felt like i did all of that for no reason at all. oh well.