Yesterday on the bus on the way home everyone was deciding whether or not to go by my bus stop because no one but me was on the bus that went there. Well, they had all forgotten I was there and no one could hear me when I was trying to tell them I was there. Then, the person who sits next to me on the bus looks over at me, stares at me for a while, and then tells everyone they forgot about me. Poor Canada, now I know how he feels.
Also, during exploring technology class I ended up painting my little CO2 dragster red. Why? Crimson is the color of luck, aru~!