because the noise doesn't bother my focus any mo'.
French is kicking my little hiney and I had to go to extreme measures to battle Napolean.
I had to resort to evil pharmaceuticals!
Everyone knows how I feel about these degenerate behemoth drug pushers. But I was about to fail out of class because the pace, the way its taught----it was leading to utter disaster. I had to do the unthinkable. I had to start pill popping my way through one of Boo's old concerta bottles that has been sitting collecting dust for a few years.
I can understand why.
Holy Speed Freak, Batman.
Get me off this speed train.
I didn't sleep for two days.
I couldn't talk for two days.
I was just this mute worker bee.
I can't imagine what it must feel like to a 5 year old kid.
I had to cut the pill down 4 times before it worked without speed freak side effects.
I was tinkering all night long with little things.
I now know why speed freaks have aluminum foil made into little figures in their homeless shant.
Now that I am back to normal taking baby pieces of the concerta, I finally aced a quiz in french. I was finally able to muffle out the other conversations and concentrate on the one with my partner.
Just as soon as this semester is over; I am off this cerebellum pump juice.
This Blonde is on brain steriods!!