weird you think someone doesn’t know you or like you at all and turns out you’re they’re hero. wonderfully
aaaaaaaaahy dunno why i dont want to write in here anymore
ok i will write crappily about the goings-on. this is what i’ve to resort to.
tutored, and will tutor a lot.
my tutee in middle school is boy crazy so they specifically asked for a
girl, me. good cause i can tutor on anything but boys. and bookbinding.
can someone teach me how to bookbind?!
my tutees at our high school are sweet.
saw brilliant eight grade teacher
on saturday i will dress up and not go to prom
were high heels invented by a man to keep his women from
walking/functioning too fast so they’d run away from him? i’m not
wearing these things again. feet, permenantly, mutated.
reading five books together is amusing, plus one i just carry because it’s so damn pretty.
so can someone teach me to bookbind?
adore the middle schoolers
i hate dreaming of dogs, it makes me want them too much. but i also
dreamed i died and was reincarnated as thom yorke, though i haven’t
listened to them since a much better, simpler time.