I suck at accomplishment

Right now is another instance of me not doing what I am supposed to do. Like, I should be going to bed. But I am not.
I have a test tomorrow in history. It shouldn't be bad if I do some quality studying at school tomorrow. Thank Jesus for having three free hours in the middle of the day. Right now, though, I should be resting up and getting my beauty sleep.
Who cares, though? I don't even want to be pretty. I wanted this boy, but he doesn't want me anymore. So I don't give a shit about what I look like.
Except, you know, the competition. I have to win this break up, especially because I didn't initiate it. He's already jumped the gun with that one. The only way to top him is to
A) Maintain a better appearance-based reputation
B) Make more friends than him (shouldn't be hard)
C) Find someone new before him. And I mean unless he's already gotten with the girl I didn't like when we were dating, he's probably not very close.

How desperate is this?
Whatever. I am in fake highschool. So I get to have a fake dramatic moment every once in an effing while. It is fake high school because it is so small and fun and strenuous. In real high school there would be lots of blondes in miniskirts and everyone would be skiving off their homework to do blow. Wait what point was I trying to make?
My school fails at being cold and distant. It's very warm and inviting, metaphorically. Literally, I freeze my buns off every day going to school. I have to change clothes when I come home because otherwise I would swelter.

Big Bang Theory had a less than Bang beginning. Oh well. I love those nerd. I feel like nerdy boys would be more appreciative of the love of a good woman. Unlike some I could mention.

On the bright side, I am taking mini scones to sell at the show tomorrow. Wheep.