Ah yes, physics. I remember the days when I used to understand physics. It was the spring of grade five ... or six, I really can't say ... the sky was blue, the air was clear, and all we had to know was that "for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction". And to demonstrate we blue up a balloon, glued it to a straw, attached the straw to a string stretching across the classroom and let 'er fly. Ahhhh, yes. Those were the good ol' days. Perhaps one day we shall return to such simplicity. But I think not. Farewell, oh golden days of understanding. I bid you a fond adieu. As for IB Physics, well Cardiff knows where they can go, because I quit. Besides, Mark insists that they are all a bunch of "sheep-shaggers" anyway. (Direct quote.) Not likely they'll notice.
In other news, I am going to attempt to stop stress-eating. Again. Mainly because it will be easy because there is no stress. Well, not a huge amount anyway. Still, I shall stop eating just because I'm stressed. That's bad. Yearbook was today. Really boring because I suck at captions, but whatevs. I try. OC was quite good tonight, but I couldn't catch Coronation Street, which sucks. I suppose Mark will just have to catch me up tomorrow. Anywho, I've nothing interesting to say, so I shall go and change my mood.
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