Mon amoureux intelligent

So, first off, I'm plainly a genius in disguise as a crazy person. Because who on earth gets 97 on their Chemistry exam, when you were sure you were going to fail. I'm probably a more evolved kind of human, my brain works subconsciously at paying attention in Chemistry while I was busy breaking things, spilling acid, and reading Astrid's bible-dictionary. Plainly this is an approach I should take in all of my classes; do not pay attention, because your more evolved brain will pick up the things of importance for you to use at a later date. This is obviously the case because I did pay attention in Social, and look where I ended up. 72 on the final. This is a large disparity, in my opinion, and so therefore, to further study my capacity, I should not pay attention in class, ever. It's all for science, after all.
Sigh. I am so glad that that semester is over and done with (minus English AP. Did I mention I beat the genius in our class on that exam? Yeah, no biggie.) I am pleasantly surprised by my successes on 3/4 of my exams; I'm not just another mildly funny-looking face, as my mother keeps telling me. It will be funny to see if my marks suffer when I get lazy next semester in Art and Musical Theatre...

Also, listen to Mumford and Sons.
Goodness Gracious, I love them.

Also, I love Ryan Douglas McKay.
Plus, now he can be a brain surgeon because we know how smart he really is. Part-time masseuse. For me.

I like that word. Masseuse.

Also, I have recently delved into crossword puzzles. I enjoy them. They are wordy. I like words. Like masseuse.