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"Wake up! Earthquake!" My mom told me and when I peeked up lying on bed she said- "Look because of earthquake all the stuff in my room went right back here!" And that was partly true. I saw her beauty box sitting on my easy chair and stuff, all over the place. Then I remembered her room was supposed to get a new make over- it's getting painted today. But I didn't fall into her conspiracy, I fell right back into sleeping again.

Oh my god, she turned my room into a grocery store! Extra-virgin olive oil sits on my table. And a moment ago I was distracted by the shave gel that actually of my father's-that said it moisture and soothes after shaving. And I actually thought of applying that on my legs. Then I shook off the thought and sat to study for a bit, for the vocabulary test I have tomorrow and guess how I've gotten so far? Nothing! Not even a single word. It made me hate myself that I don't know much of these words and how weird they sound and how difficult they are to master in my memory. It made me hate English. It's a bewildering subject. It's confusing it's ...ugh I am sick of it! I closed the book I looked right at the cover where I learned the author's name and I said- "You sucker!" Then I kind of turned on the pc and listening to music now. There. I am preparing myself for IBA, everyone! Come watch me trying.

And I don't know why I have a pain in my hip bone.What did I do to deserve that? I can't even walk without flinching and every step I am taking I am like- Ouch ouch ouch ouch oww!
So this is my life, particularly this moment. oh on the bright side, my parents are gonna be sleeping in my room tonight. Yay.
I miss sleeping alone, already.



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