So I mixed vanilla pudding with milk and now l’m drinking it and it’s so delicious.
Nobody will be able to tell that I am drinking pudding. I can pretend to be healthy but I am drinking pudding!
The pudding milk is mine. All mine.
I SHALL NAME IT PUDDING-MILK. Its nickname can be Pilk. It is so cute.
And I cam-whore (unattractively) and act weird online yet again.
I think that the first week of school drove me a little bit insane. It's my junior year and my brain just keeps refusing to accept that what I do this year has an actual bearing on my future. (Especially since I'm taking two grade 12 courses.)
Math is still difficult, but I like math a lot and am trying to apply myself, so it will be okay.
I just discovered that in Sweden they call hot girls "puddings."
I finished The Night Circus today. It was a beautiful book. I really liked it.
That is all.
P.S. I'm sorry that I don't make sense or write with quality or insight or maturity. It will happen at some point.