illegally sitting by the fire

pondering my thoughts, while sitting by the candles i am illegally burning in my room. ooh, scary. they're so relaxing, and the sweet aromas that come from their melting wax make it so hard to resist the sweet temptation. so i burn them, and then my "over protective parents" ask me what smells like its burning.
"oh mom, thats nothing... just my incense thats on my table"
whatever, they all secretly know that i am doing it, and it totally doesnt bother me... we're both happy.

but on another note, im doing GREAT in math, until i got my exam back
i got a D+... which is strange, because that sounds like it should be my chemistry grade. so far, the only grade i am happy with is history

maybe if i grew up in China i would have learned some damn self discipline, and tried harder. fuck