The road gets tough, I don't know why

I really don't know what to blog about these days because all I ever do is eat, sit exams, eat, and breathe air.  I spent Thursday shopping with my parents and eating all the pizzas at Daisy's house while we watched Chipwrecked. A very productive way of spending my study leave, I know. 

I went in to school on Friday and focused completely on chemistry. I hate chemistry.

Up side was we got free food, yay.

I really don't know what to do right now because a part of me is saying go study and another part of me is saying ha lol. To make it up for it, I'm going into school on Sunday to study with SS and Daisy. SUNDAY. Devoting a day that sounds like ice cream to studying, I am such a dedicated student, oh I kid but I'm grateful our science teacher even agreed to give up her Sunday for us. 

I convinced dad to drop me off at St. Vincent De Paul and I got my hands on this cute little fella:

 $5, not bad, not bad at all.

 I DIY a clip today too. Studying always motivates me to do everything else but studying.

 Oh and I newly gave myself a scar. Parents are not happy with their clutz daughter.

I feel sorry for my parents sometime, it must be painful to watch me hurt myself in the most stupid ways.

One time when I was younger, while I was praying with incense sticks and at the end where you're suppose to move the sticks forward and back three times I decided to be melodramatic, long story short, I burnt my back.

Another time I when I was about 11, I was working on an art project that involved a glue gun. The glue wouldn't come out and so I jabbed another stick into the back but forgot to turn the nuzzle away from myself. A mountain of glue landed on my arm. I panicked and instead of trying to swipe the glue off, I raced to the bathroom to run cold water on top, which just made the thing stick to me rock hard. Peeling it was not fun. Afterwards people would make out different shapes out of my scar, "it's a whale!" "narh I think it looks more like the south island of new zealand" "a shark works too".

Recently, my arm grew tired while holding a very hot curling iron and burnt my thigh.

Now these are just stories involving heat, there are much much more ways I've figured out how to hurt myself. For every scar on me, there's a story, and it's not like a battle scar sort of story where it's cool, it's just me failing at life. eg. Today I walked into the foot of my bed with my shin while trying to go around the thing, I think my perceptive intake is a little off, and my general judgement. My door was open so my brother playing on his computer saw and sat there laughing at me while I rolled around on the floor make noises like "arUggah Ahhh owwW Ugghahugghuh Xrepeat a few times". Life is really hard.