Welp.
I don't even know what that expression is for, but I think the the spelling is appealing, so "welp" everybody.
I thought about making a post on my dreadful return to the Boot, but then I realized no one would have truly wanted to read all about me glorifying death to the human race as I strut down an airport, covered in sweat and annoyance. Believe it or not, War Piggin' at 5:30 AM actually helps in those situations.
So, instead, I'll rave on about the ordinariness of my average international high school student day. Definitely more intriguing to hear of some good old drama than my hate for Pastaland, that I think is quite obvious at this point.
Except, there's no drama with me. Typically, I look like a bad version of an "Everybody Hates Chris" extra, which is more than ironic. But what can I say? Kitsch retro patterned blouses and flared pants are my weakness, and I have few virtues already. So, with a person like me, the not-so-stereotypical "freak-o" around town it's not like I get much "juice" in my... can?
Today, I caught my bus.
Got to school.
Had physics class with our school's very own Jimmy Paige hair-impersonating Hannah Montana hidden musician teacher in disguise.
Had Italian class with the most boring pseudo-philosophical woman in the universe.
And then lunch.
And history.
And that damn Personal Project bullshit I just won't explain.
I was also hoping to finally brace my fingers on a new lovely bass guitar but surprise, that did not happen.
I should start to seriously consider locking myself up in a Tardis, I mean Love Boat would love to borrow my wardrobe.
It's time for Chris to be loved and not hated.
Welp.
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