Don't get the wrong idea. My teacher DID NOT write that. It was a cutie. They do exist. They do. (Sorry to the nice guys (cuties) I do know...my disbelief and surprise exludes you, obviously).I asked him if he could print out my homework for me at work and that is what he brought over to me! (Plus a blank one, but he didn't give me that one until he was about to leave...its all about timing..). In case you can't see, it says "Gorgeous Real Anastasia. A+. Very Good."
Ha ha ha ha. What a nut. (That is a compliment, in this context).
The good news is, I am 99% sure he doesn't read my blog. So I can blab a little bit. Good news is good. I'll just say it in the form of a question: Have you ever had a foreign, older (not too much older), handsome, well established, intelligent, funny, etc. man in your life who found you gorgeous? I mean, I'm only human.
A human who really really really needs to clean her room. I mean, it is disgusting. If this (aforementioned) man were ever to see my room (in such as state as it is currently in) he might just run away scared. Okay, any person might run away scared.
Cleaning my room means...I've got to actually clean. Yuck. Time to put some good music on.
Cleaning HAS to happen. It really really must. Like now.
