November 30, 2012
I was sitting on the bus, in my own seat, being the good girl I am. This kid named Miles is sitting in the seat across from me, banging his fists on his knees. I raise a brow in questioning and ask him what he's doing. He replies he's just cold and then continues to say "Why are you nicer now?" and I was like "What?". I then proceeded to tell him that I'm actually a nice person & not as mean as I look/may seem. Yes, I have my spurts of meanness, but actually I'm a really nice person :)
Yesterday we had the world's most boring art trip. It seriously should go in the Guiness World Records. It was horrible & so...bland. We just walked around an art museum & listened to our tour guide, Ding, talk about the art.
Sorry it's so short, I'm really tired :)
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