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we had our yearbook pictorial yesterday, and our classroom was transformed into a parlor-not a salon. hello, tacurong. lulz
anyway, so I borrowed Tessa's flat iron, and after i used it i left it at room 104, then some guys decided to play with it, but Klier already unplugged it cause it was already too hot, and guess what? the end of the wire caught flames. just a bit though, but enough to burn the wire's covering. so yeah, Tessa was furious and she just kept yelling at me the whole day. she was soo effing loud and she yelled like Assunta de Rossi on Lovers in Paris-don't get me wrong, i couldn't be happier that it's almost ending, but my mom watches it, so i'm aware of the events. i swear, you can hear her yell 6 classrooms away. so cheap-looking. eck. anyway, gahd. so i finally returned the iron yesterday afternoon, and i am soo not gonna be friends with her anymore. she was SO scandalous-and that's something i kind of am, but i will change it. step one, stop hanging out with people like her. haha