Please, Throw Rocks At Him. + Comment Swap!

I think my mother thinks I'm done.
She catches me up, just now, doing homework, and demands for my phone.
Wait up a second.
Does she honestly not realize I have a full functioning laptop right in front of me?
Well, obviously not.

Anyways,
I re-posted Miracle;, because I felt I needed to finish it.
I'm posting, and re-writing the first story I posted on here.
It's now under: Gonna Make You Love Me. it's a The Maine Slash.
Don't like, don't read?
I'm not usually one to write band fic/slash, but I'd been wanting to re-write it and stuff.
Comment swap on any of those two stories would be awesome. <3

I just had to share this.
My math teacher, Mr. Ramirez, is the worst teacher on the face of the earth.
Like seriously, I asked for two bandaids the other day because my shoes were bothering me.
He goes ahead and replied: "Sure, I have everything! Even pads!" (in front of the whole class)
Like, I didn't need to know you had items of that nature, and especially since you're a guy teacher.

I want to throw rocks at him.

So, that is what is on my mind today. :3