Made a strudel, spent time on my phone and ate. Later I had spaghetti with pesto sauce. I’m still hungry. I brushed my teeth, washed my face and went to pack my bag for school tomorrow. Realized I have PE tomorrow. I hate PE. It’s that… We don’t even do anything, the teacher just makes us play volleyball for an hour (by play I mean fight about who’s going to serve and cry because 86% of us can’t play for shit) or what ever we want to do. Went to bed at around 11.
My book should be delivered to me tomorrow. I’m excited. I just love getting parcels: it’s like you never know what you’re going to find in the box (except you do because you ordered it). Am I weird?