day: one hundred and fourteen

I'm pretty tired by the end of today. I really wish I were back in those lovely bedsheets of mine, but I have homework to do and I'm not in the mood to do anything really.

English in the morning was okay. We had a substitute for humanities (in which half of the class rejoiced in excitement over the absence of our boring teacher). Science wasn't that bad in the computer room, but I ended up having to stay in to just cut and paste stuff. I hate teachers that give you so many handouts to cut and paste. I have an in-built display folder in my damn exercise book, I can use that since the book was made for it. Last period was pretty tiring.

So I come home and read a few chapter of the Hunger Games. I'm a pretty slow reader and I only read when I feel like it, I guess it's a good job of reaching chapter 9 in four days considering how little I've been reading over the past years (which is close to zilch). Mum got me the second book to Monster Blood Tattoo and I haven't started it yet, I'm deciding whether to read them both at once or separately. I think I should keep it separate for now since I'll get confused. A total of 950 pages to read in a few weeks. I think I can handle it.

This is a pretty short post compared to my other ones, so here are the morals:
• For once I actually plan on doing homework
• School: boring, boring, boring, boring and a little bit more of boring.
• I used to brag about how fast I read when I was a little kid. Now I shrivel up in embarrassment when everyone says they're a faster reader than I am.