A Missed Wednesday

Okay so Wednesday nights are for soccer now remember?

Well last week I couldn't go because I got a 68% on my chem test (hey at least I passed it...but it was an open book test so that wasn't good...I swear she hates me or something) so I texted George and said I wasn't going.

To which he replied that he would miss me and that after my request, he would score a goal for me (I doubt he did that though) and that he was going to kiss me that night. Now that was enough to make me say: "I wish I studied more" So I spent most of the night upset because I missed out on my kiss and a soccer game with George, Frank and Salad. (That doesn't go down well with me...both of those really not one or the other)

Of course the next day, I got to school and George and I were talking but he was tired and sort of looked...I don't know...hung over and the funny thing was when Frank and Salad came to school, they looked hung over too. Sure they said that they were just tired but they really did look hung over. So maybe it was good that I didn't go...I would have come to school hungover too.