... really, sometimes I feel sorry for my teachers, having to put up with a lousy student like me. sometimes.

It always goes like this:

'oh I'll write what the teacher is talking about... is that a blank page? really? let me fill this up with boys'

every.single.time.

And this isn't even my main notebook.

because really, what can help you study better than a shirtless guy with an awkward giraffe neck.