The ape s**t ramblings of a Canadian high schooler!
I've decided to stop using my journal as a rest place for my not even half-finished stories and start using it like a proper journal. Instead of stories I metaphorically pulled out of my a**, it's stories that I pulled out of life's a**.
Prepare to
Ow....
Friggin' gym class. We started wraslin' today. There is one word that sums up wreasling: Ow. It really sucks when your face is under someone's armpit before lunch XP.