[two hundred, nine]
What are you expecting really? I hate when people don't understand the things that you say. Like I usually try to say things, but they never come out properly, and my thoughts don't make sense. That happens in essays, then I get a crap mark...
I have an exam tomorrow, and I'm terrified, and I'm kind of stressed out why I'm writing six or seven blogs all today, maybe I should put this off a bit more... I feel bad for not being caught up, but I've been so freakin' busy with work and school and the beach, that I've had to put it off.
I had the best weekend ever.
love,
Jess :]
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