Seriously, YOU REALLY?
Monday, school was for fucks.
Tuesday, school was for retards.
Wednesday, school was for niggers.
Thursday (today), school was for assholes.
Friday (tomorrow), school will be for idiots.
I mean, what the fuck is going on?
So, it was Monday when I started the new semester. (okay, duh, it would be Monday.) So okay, I didn't go to school with that: "FUCK YEAH, IT'S FUCKING SCHOOL YOOO!" face. I went with that: "NBCB, YOU OWE ME HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS" face. In short, it was a bitch-face. And, I sorta bumped in to them at the station.
and, I was chewing gum and listening to my music on blast. :)
Don't ask. Don't ask why am I chewing Orbit in the morning. I was and I will continue to. :)
So, I saw that Queen, Fat and Dust are not talking. I mean, hey Dust is not talking, that's normal. He seldom voice out and if he ever voice-out, he will be doing it in Facebook where I don't bother to check. Not my fault. I don't like Facebook that much. :) But I mean, Queen and Fat not talking? Now that's not normal. The 2 of them keeping their lips zipped and locked? NOT NORMAL.
And, the rest? THEY ARE BLABBERING, JABBERING, YAPPERING, LOLLERING, ROLLERING, SCREAMORING, etc etc (you get me.) away. I WAS LIKE: "HELLLOOOO PEOPLE, THE 2 PEOPLE ARE NOT TALKING!! WHAT'S WROOONNNGGGG WITH THEM AND WITH THIS PICTURE, DOOOOODDDS!?"
But me being me and being a vegetable, I just kept my bitchface on, listen to my music and chew my Orbit which was getting a little tasteless. :) I mean, I am just being me right? Like the 'problem' will most prolly be finish when lunch break comes along, right?
No.
I just realized that fairytales doesn't happen in real life.
Happy endings are for those on cracks, or just so fucking naive.
The problem got worst. On Tuesday.
The best time of my day. It was raining in the morning and I was walking in the rain.
YES, LIKE COOL ONLY.
BUT ACTUALLY INSIDE, I WAS LIKE: "FUCKING WEATHER, MAN. THIS IS NOT LONDON. WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU RAINING? ZEUS, YOUR DAUGHTER IS NOT HAPPY. STOP WITHERING NOW. NOW. I MEAN IT."
but again, my fairytale ending was for fucks. The rain continue. but, hey, IT TURNED IN TO A DRIZZLE! so, daddy was listening, yes? He just an old man who can't control his bladder. IT'S OKAY, DADDY. I STILL LOVE YOU NO MATTER WHAT.
And, I walked in to the class and saw Queen, Dust and Fat. I was like: "HUH?" < inside of me. outside of me > bitchfacing everyone in the class, chewing my Orbit again and raked my fringe with my stubby fingers; like cool only.
and, that was the day where everything went to hell and NO ONE CAME BACK ALIVE.
I am serious.
Don't look at me like that. I am serious about that "NO ONE CAME BACK ALIVE." This is serious matter, I am not joking. :)
Then, the second part of my clique came in, all drench and sexy. < replaced with 'cute'. and, the MOST SERIOUS THING, WE DIDN'T SIT TOGETHER. OKAY.
HM.
HN.
YEAHHH.
'KAY.
.
..
...
WHUT THE FUCK!? YOU SERIOUS? YOU NIGGAS SERIOUSLY?! 0.O??
ah-hem. so yeah.
And, Tuesday was an "I WENT TO EAT CHICKEN RICE WITH DAD! :)))" day and when I saw my chicken rice, I saw FISH's face. And, I was like: "Chicken rice is gonna taste like crap when they are not around. /sighs." < inside, but on the outside > "WOAH, NICE YO, DAD. AWESOME, MAN. THANKS FOR YOUR DINNER!! :DDD"
And, Tuesday ended with a plate of lousy-tasting chicken rice. /shrugs.
Wednesday was that great either when one got the whole picture slammed in to the face, yo. I FINALLY USED MY JUICY BRAINS AND REALIZED WHUT WAS WRONG. FUCKYEAH, OH YEAH, HELL YEAH. AND I ALSO REALIZE THAT I'M THE LAST ONE WHO RECOGNIZED WHUT WAS THE PROBLEM. LOL. /fails. So at first, I just got a gist of it, then I got fucked by the whole picture. Okay.
(WHY IS K' NAAN'S WAVING FLAG PLAYING ON MY ITUNES NOW? 8/ _|_)
And, I was like: "WHHYYYYYY DID I TURN OUT THIS WAAYYYYYYY!!??" < inside, of course. however, my bitchy alter-self was like: "OKAY, WHATEVER. FUCK 'EM. IT'S THEIR LIVES. THEY DO WHAT THEY WANT, YO." /gangsta-carrot!
(Okay, so now, Itunes decided to play: Zoosk Girl.. okay. and I switched it to Teenage Dream. LOL.)
And, the day have to go on right? No one can just fix this, right now and right here. So, the day moved on! :) which was hard, I tell you when you don't know whether to talk to them or not. I remained my silence through the day with 99.9% of bitchfacing the hell out of every one, any one and some one! HAHAHA! :))
(AAAANNNNNDDD, WELCOME, FRIDAY! IT IS 00:00AM NOWWWW!! I LOVE FRIDAY! THE DAY I AM GETTING MY VERY LATE BIRTHDAY PRESSENTTT!! :DDD)
So, YESTERDAY (:D) was a Thursday which the situation was worsened by 20% < scratch that, make it 40%! Yeahhh, my life ain't no better, man. I misses my Real Madrid jacket a lot!!! I AM NOT HAPPY WHEN THE LAUNDRY WOMAN TOLD ME THAT: "DARLING, YOUR INK BLOTCH MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO REMOVE EVEN AFTER WE USE THE CHEMICALS." I was like: "FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!" < deeply, frustratingly, shockingly, sadly doing it inside of myself. T___T/ I am only able to pick it up after Wednesday's evening. D: LIFE IS NOT GOOD WITHOUT IIITTT!! DDD:
(I hugged it to sleep every night. :) don't judge.)
And back to the thinggum in Thursday, it got really bad and I WANT MY CHICKEN RICE TO TASTE BETTER ALREADY! CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS GUYSSS!? WE HAVEN'T BEEN BACK TO THAT LOUSY KOPTIAM AND EAT THAT AWESOME TASTING CHICKEN RICCCEEEEEE!! MY STOMACH IS NOT HAPPY! IT'S BITCHFACING YOU RIGHT NOW! DDD<
so, I (I was about to write, 'paged' here. ROFL.) texted Fish and asked him for solution. And Fish being Fish said, "... time?" AND I WAS LIKE: "HUUUUHHHHHH!? THE FUCK? TIME? YOU SERIOUS?!" < did a double-take at my phone and asked this, inside of myself while continued to walk home with @SallyInHide. /nods.
"I THINK WE SHOULD TALK IT OUT." < was what I text back.
AND, WHUT WAS THAT CRICKET SOUNDS FROM MY PHONE? PITBULL&SOPHIA IS MY MESSAGE TONE AND ALL I HEAR WAS CRICKETS!! yes, he didn't reply. It is now 00:14AM, Friday and Fish still didn't reply my message about the solutions. FFIIINNNNEEEEE! DO IT YOUR WAY. /shrugged!
And, that was the end. :)
Ask me now, readers.
"How's the start of your school, Viktoria?"
My reply: "Fucking fantastic." :)
Tuesday, school was for retards.
Wednesday, school was for niggers.
Thursday (today), school was for assholes.
Friday (tomorrow), school will be for idiots.
I mean, what the fuck is going on?
So, it was Monday when I started the new semester. (okay, duh, it would be Monday.) So okay, I didn't go to school with that: "FUCK YEAH, IT'S FUCKING SCHOOL YOOO!" face. I went with that: "NBCB, YOU OWE ME HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS" face. In short, it was a bitch-face. And, I sorta bumped in to them at the station.
and, I was chewing gum and listening to my music on blast. :)
Don't ask. Don't ask why am I chewing Orbit in the morning. I was and I will continue to. :)
So, I saw that Queen, Fat and Dust are not talking. I mean, hey Dust is not talking, that's normal. He seldom voice out and if he ever voice-out, he will be doing it in Facebook where I don't bother to check. Not my fault. I don't like Facebook that much. :) But I mean, Queen and Fat not talking? Now that's not normal. The 2 of them keeping their lips zipped and locked? NOT NORMAL.
And, the rest? THEY ARE BLABBERING, JABBERING, YAPPERING, LOLLERING, ROLLERING, SCREAMORING, etc etc (you get me.) away. I WAS LIKE: "HELLLOOOO PEOPLE, THE 2 PEOPLE ARE NOT TALKING!! WHAT'S WROOONNNGGGG WITH THEM AND WITH THIS PICTURE, DOOOOODDDS!?"
But me being me and being a vegetable, I just kept my bitchface on, listen to my music and chew my Orbit which was getting a little tasteless. :) I mean, I am just being me right? Like the 'problem' will most prolly be finish when lunch break comes along, right?
No.
I just realized that fairytales doesn't happen in real life.
Happy endings are for those on cracks, or just so fucking naive.
The problem got worst. On Tuesday.
The best time of my day. It was raining in the morning and I was walking in the rain.
YES, LIKE COOL ONLY.
BUT ACTUALLY INSIDE, I WAS LIKE: "FUCKING WEATHER, MAN. THIS IS NOT LONDON. WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU RAINING? ZEUS, YOUR DAUGHTER IS NOT HAPPY. STOP WITHERING NOW. NOW. I MEAN IT."
but again, my fairytale ending was for fucks. The rain continue. but, hey, IT TURNED IN TO A DRIZZLE! so, daddy was listening, yes? He just an old man who can't control his bladder. IT'S OKAY, DADDY. I STILL LOVE YOU NO MATTER WHAT.
And, I walked in to the class and saw Queen, Dust and Fat. I was like: "HUH?" < inside of me. outside of me > bitchfacing everyone in the class, chewing my Orbit again and raked my fringe with my stubby fingers; like cool only.
and, that was the day where everything went to hell and NO ONE CAME BACK ALIVE.
I am serious.
Don't look at me like that. I am serious about that "NO ONE CAME BACK ALIVE." This is serious matter, I am not joking. :)
Then, the second part of my clique came in, all drench and sexy. < replaced with 'cute'. and, the MOST SERIOUS THING, WE DIDN'T SIT TOGETHER. OKAY.
HM.
HN.
YEAHHH.
'KAY.
.
..
...
WHUT THE FUCK!? YOU SERIOUS? YOU NIGGAS SERIOUSLY?! 0.O??
ah-hem. so yeah.
And, Tuesday was an "I WENT TO EAT CHICKEN RICE WITH DAD! :)))" day and when I saw my chicken rice, I saw FISH's face. And, I was like: "Chicken rice is gonna taste like crap when they are not around. /sighs." < inside, but on the outside > "WOAH, NICE YO, DAD. AWESOME, MAN. THANKS FOR YOUR DINNER!! :DDD"
And, Tuesday ended with a plate of lousy-tasting chicken rice. /shrugs.
Wednesday was that great either when one got the whole picture slammed in to the face, yo. I FINALLY USED MY JUICY BRAINS AND REALIZED WHUT WAS WRONG. FUCKYEAH, OH YEAH, HELL YEAH. AND I ALSO REALIZE THAT I'M THE LAST ONE WHO RECOGNIZED WHUT WAS THE PROBLEM. LOL. /fails. So at first, I just got a gist of it, then I got fucked by the whole picture. Okay.
(WHY IS K' NAAN'S WAVING FLAG PLAYING ON MY ITUNES NOW? 8/ _|_)
And, I was like: "WHHYYYYYY DID I TURN OUT THIS WAAYYYYYYY!!??" < inside, of course. however, my bitchy alter-self was like: "OKAY, WHATEVER. FUCK 'EM. IT'S THEIR LIVES. THEY DO WHAT THEY WANT, YO." /gangsta-carrot!
(Okay, so now, Itunes decided to play: Zoosk Girl.. okay. and I switched it to Teenage Dream. LOL.)
And, the day have to go on right? No one can just fix this, right now and right here. So, the day moved on! :) which was hard, I tell you when you don't know whether to talk to them or not. I remained my silence through the day with 99.9% of bitchfacing the hell out of every one, any one and some one! HAHAHA! :))
(AAAANNNNNDDD, WELCOME, FRIDAY! IT IS 00:00AM NOWWWW!! I LOVE FRIDAY! THE DAY I AM GETTING MY VERY LATE BIRTHDAY PRESSENTTT!! :DDD)
So, YESTERDAY (:D) was a Thursday which the situation was worsened by 20% < scratch that, make it 40%! Yeahhh, my life ain't no better, man. I misses my Real Madrid jacket a lot!!! I AM NOT HAPPY WHEN THE LAUNDRY WOMAN TOLD ME THAT: "DARLING, YOUR INK BLOTCH MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO REMOVE EVEN AFTER WE USE THE CHEMICALS." I was like: "FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!" < deeply, frustratingly, shockingly, sadly doing it inside of myself. T___T/ I am only able to pick it up after Wednesday's evening. D: LIFE IS NOT GOOD WITHOUT IIITTT!! DDD:
(I hugged it to sleep every night. :) don't judge.)
And back to the thinggum in Thursday, it got really bad and I WANT MY CHICKEN RICE TO TASTE BETTER ALREADY! CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS GUYSSS!? WE HAVEN'T BEEN BACK TO THAT LOUSY KOPTIAM AND EAT THAT AWESOME TASTING CHICKEN RICCCEEEEEE!! MY STOMACH IS NOT HAPPY! IT'S BITCHFACING YOU RIGHT NOW! DDD<
so, I (I was about to write, 'paged' here. ROFL.) texted Fish and asked him for solution. And Fish being Fish said, "... time?" AND I WAS LIKE: "HUUUUHHHHHH!? THE FUCK? TIME? YOU SERIOUS?!" < did a double-take at my phone and asked this, inside of myself while continued to walk home with @SallyInHide. /nods.
"I THINK WE SHOULD TALK IT OUT." < was what I text back.
AND, WHUT WAS THAT CRICKET SOUNDS FROM MY PHONE? PITBULL&SOPHIA IS MY MESSAGE TONE AND ALL I HEAR WAS CRICKETS!! yes, he didn't reply. It is now 00:14AM, Friday and Fish still didn't reply my message about the solutions. FFIIINNNNEEEEE! DO IT YOUR WAY. /shrugged!
And, that was the end. :)
Ask me now, readers.
"How's the start of your school, Viktoria?"
My reply: "Fucking fantastic." :)