But of course, when I rock up to english, we have some stupid Yank trying to teach us Shakespeare. Ironic, right?
The at lunch me and Nico had a serious talk and I ended up crying. Not dramatically: tears and nothing else that other people could notice.
Oh, I'm sorry, did I forget to mention I put make-up on for Nico today? Yeah, so that was destroyed.
So I made a fool out of myself... 3 times before 2pm. Could it get any better?
And lemme just say, hormones are stupid... And so is being a girl for a certain length of time every month.