^Procrastinator. .-. Here, sixth grade is still elementary. God knows I hate this God forsaken uniform they put on us...
Shit. I failed. : D Oh well. The only thing that frightens me is the knowledge of never getting my dogs back now that I've failed this. COCOA MY BELOVED, I'M SORRY FOR NOT STUDYING. ... And Money too. ._. (But Cocoa loves me more.)