No, this is not a continued story of the one I told in the last chapter. It's simply the fact that my nose started to bleed in history class today. Again.

It's not rare for my nose to bleed again after it bleeds once, but I don't know when the next one is going to happen. One time, I had two horrible clots that lasted 30/45mins each and we're about four hours apart.

Today, though, the bleed struck in history. It wasn't as bad as yesterday's, but it lasted 20 minutes and I had to work on top of it. I dealt with it, shoving a tissue in my nose and going on with my day. It wasn't hectic or frantic except for the exact moment when I felt it and ran over to get tissues.

I'm in the car at the moment, and my brother is trying to speak Spanish. It's quite funny, because he's younger, so he's just making up sounds and calling it Spanish. We all did the same thing when we were young, though, so I don't blame him.

I'm taking Spanish at the moment, but I don't know much, so don't ask me to speak fluent Spanish. I do know how to tell a rough story with minimal details, though - we did a lot of that in our first semester.

That's my update for today, I guess, so bye.

:))