But that is not the only reason I came here.

My dad decided to host a poker night tonight.
My gym teacher is currently sitting upstairs, drinking beer from my fridge, and getting his grimy hands all over my house.
It wouldn't be that big of a deal, teachers seem to frequent our house often, but he is one of the only teachers I can't stand. And even worse, he thinks I like him, which I don't.
I have asked all of my peers for advice on this issue and they said to lock myself in my bedroom.
Wireless internet + basement = hopefully not so horrible evening.
I orginally planned that if I never went upstairs, no one would associate me with this house.
Then I realized my face is plastered all over our walls. And tables. And shelves. So, that plan whent out the window.
Anyways I am not happy. So I shall bury myself in homework. Why am I such a try hard? It's not like it gets me anywhere....
Signing off!
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