This is probably the closest update ever (about a week apart?). We should really have a fanfare.

Anyway, as much as I'm tempted to rant about my stupid dentist who put me on a super strong anaesthetic that slurred my speech so badly because my whole left jaw/cheek was IMMOBILE FOR 4 HOURS (%^*%*%*(%*(%^), I shall blog *like a respected member of society*.

*fake smile, hands clasped together docilely on lap* (you get the idea)

Enough bullshit, down to the real crap. I guess what the former blogger wrote (pui?) wrote's really true. I hate English lessons too (at least you get a more classy name of Language Arts. I get plain, ol' bullsh*t English). And don't you dare glare at me like that, because you would, if you had that wonky wrinkled witch for a teacher (she's worse than shrimp- seb?).

It's practically impossible for anyone to totally forget everything and move on, in my humble opinion. It's been more than a year since I left you guys, and I haven't moved on even three-quarters of the way yet (random, but yeah, you guys know I'm no athelete). But I guess Bernice has a point: There's no point dwelling on the past and using it as a barrier to hide from the future, because there might be a 203 in 306 as well.

Not that I've had that here (which explains my dire need for a change of school at the end of the year), but I guess we don't have to fully move on and forget everything about the past to appreciate the future. This is really, really bad and it doesn't make any sense, does it?

Blame it on the stupid dentist with the drugs.

Jolene.

P.S: SOMEONE ELSE PLEASE BLOG.