Turns out that...Damn...
My scores are so bad that I could even hide under the bed and cover my ears so I won't see the number or hear the pronunciation of them.
Cursed numbers.
Just kidding.
I am not one of those uneducated hopeless brat.
I got bad scores and it's all my fault. Here I am to be responsible for it. Studying my ass off to get it high and as Obama would say, YES WE CAN. Only Sisca said, YES I CAN.
Not so important. Well, it is important actually.
Ah. What am I rambling around here?
Who cares if I ramble? It's my blog, my page. Don't like, then back off. Besides, nobody knows me. Ha.
Dear numbers, beware. I will kidnap number 1 and two 0.
xoxoxo
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