The Next Week

Day 6 of the rest of the year.

I'M GONNA GET THEM HIPSTER GLASSES!

Which is what Shwetha and I sang almost all day.

There was a Teachers' Day program today at school, so, I guess I had fun, 'cuz it wasn't really AMAZING. It was fine, really. Not too good, not too bad.

I had tutoring today, so, I am kinda fatigued. AND I gotta do 28 questions of Islamic Studies. (If you didn't know, and probably wouldn't, I am a Muslim.)

I want to post a drawing of myself, which I would do on paper, but, then I'd need a scanner to scan it.

Anyway, Note to Shwetha: I know you're reading this, so PLEASE complete my Chemistry paper thingy. 

I'm gonna do one of those topic things today.

Ways to spend a Sunday Afternoon:

Well, first, let's see, what I do on a Sunday Afternoon.

• 2:15 PM - Reach home from school.
• 2:25 PM - Go have a bath.
• 2:55 PM - Come out from bath, and have lunch.
• 3:15 PM - 3:45 PM - Do necessary things, like, Prayers, revising, etc.
• 4:00 PM - Go to tutoring.
• 6:00 PM - Come back from tutoring.

So, that's how my Sunday afternoon is spent. AND, I literally have NO OTHER CHOICE. IT IS A WEEKLY ROUTINE. 

Anyway,

If you live in one of the countries where Sunday falls in the category of a weekend, then, you can:

• Watch a movie.
• Do homework.
• Blah Blah with your friends.
• SLEEP.
• Listen to Gangnam Style.
• Eat.
• Study for some test.
• Experiment with makeup.

NEXT TOPIC!

Days you feel like crap: 

Mondays. Or maybe weekdays. 

FINAL TOPIC!

How to throw a proper high school party:

How the BLEEP would I know? I don't think high school parties EXIST in our school. Whatever. If you wanna throw a proper high school party, then:

• Get food and call people.
• Mingle with those people.
• And get good music. 
• IF you don't want music, then, you should probably be having better food.

PARTY DONE.

Topic session OVER. 

I just got them Hipster glasses. 

I look better.

UGGHH. SO tired.

Now I have to get back to work. Like I usually do. And then sleep. 

I don't even know HOW I'm gonna survive my freshman year.

Whatever.

-Sam Frank.