a ramble i typed in a sleep-deprived frenzy (at 4 am) and forgot to post publically D8
it's sad that the my most recent entry is me rambling about a fat old man coming to pop my flist's cherry and wishing everyone a merry christmas. 8C
WELL ANYWAY. I'M DONE WITH FINALS. i didn't even post about my winter quarter! 8CC nothing about my super hot biology professor, girly drama liek OMg SHE'S WITH HIM (guy #1), AND TOLD ANOTHER gUY (guy #2) SHE LIKES HIM, BUT SHE LET HIM (guy #3) TOUCH HER IN THE NO-NO AND TA-TAS?? (i'm not making this up rofl), blahblah, i can't remember anyway right now. maybe that's why people have journals/diaries for a reason.
HAYHAY LOOK WHAT TIME I'M POSTIN. *feels so hardcore*
for the past week i've been sleeping late cause i have no self-discipline and i wouldn't really study until 11 PM, wasting all my other time in the library touching myself to pictures of my calculus professor.
and by being awful, i stressed myself.
me: AHHHHHH I HATE FINALS I HATE LIFE I HATE CORN WHY MUST THE CAFETERIA SERVE THAT
face: AW, TURN THAT FROWN UPSIDE DOWN, CHAP. 8DDD
me: SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH
face: I KNOW WHAT WILL CHEER YOU UP 8DD
me: NO WAY. REALLY? WE NEVER gET ALONg. HOW SWEET OF YOU. 8D
face: YUP *grows tons of pimples* 8DDDD
me: WTF!!!!!!!
face: WAIT DOESN'T THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY
me: FUCK
WHY DOES MY LAPTOP SUCK DDD8 NOW BOTH MY g, H AND DELETE KEY IS BROKEN WHAT THE QUEER
so to try and fix the disarray of wrinkles, stress lines (look at me, i sound like a 40 year old WOO-WOOMAN), and permanent frown on my face, i thought eagerly to myself after i left the chemistry testing room, "FAK YEAH, NOW I CAN SLEEP A LOT AND PUT ON FACE MASKS AND UN-UgLY MYSELF."
but srsly, i'm just asking for it. D8 i ended up not being able to nap (the whole "LOL NOW I CAN SLEEP UNTIL THE SUN EXPLODES" = body: LOL NOT TODAY BITCH *wide awake*) then i went to get boba and dinner and buy cutesy asian stuff with dino and leslie. then went back to their room to gossip and watch/ruin movies and rofl. till 1 AM. so i was "OK SO I'M OFF A FEW HOURS BUT WHEN I gET BACK I'LL SLEEP CCC8"
then they walked me back and we had girl talks for another 2 1/2 hours. DDD8 and now i'm wasting more time. am i smart or am i smartest.
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WELL TAT WAS A WEEK AgO. i didn't even end that with a proper exit. 6___9 i probably fainted at the deskfloor. now if my spelling seems to have decayed to awfulness, it's my keyboard. i am not making lame excuses for my failure. 8CC now i think the apostrope won't work too. WTF. DD8<
my dad wants to take it to best buy and get it fixed, but i wring my tiny asian hands over the tech dudes stumbling across my pr0n folders and going "WAT IS DIS LOL" and then telling daddy and he'll lock me in the freezer/oven, depending on how dishonored he feels. so i'm doing doggie tricks for a new lappy.
AND my spring break is over. 8[ i'm back at school. i went to te library on the first day of the quarter and it was empty. te librarians ROFLed at me and i think one had a heart attack. 8[ now i'm going to give myself a manicure/pedicure while watching thewinekone. cause i think he's hot.
SO OH HAY LJ WHATS UP *watches inactive, obese LJ struggle and wheeze for a fried chicken thigh* 8C
WELL ANYWAY. I'M DONE WITH FINALS. i didn't even post about my winter quarter! 8CC nothing about my super hot biology professor, girly drama liek OMg SHE'S WITH HIM (guy #1), AND TOLD ANOTHER gUY (guy #2) SHE LIKES HIM, BUT SHE LET HIM (guy #3) TOUCH HER IN THE NO-NO AND TA-TAS?? (i'm not making this up rofl), blahblah, i can't remember anyway right now. maybe that's why people have journals/diaries for a reason.
HAYHAY LOOK WHAT TIME I'M POSTIN. *feels so hardcore*
for the past week i've been sleeping late cause i have no self-discipline and i wouldn't really study until 11 PM, wasting all my other time in the library touching myself to pictures of my calculus professor.
and by being awful, i stressed myself.
me: AHHHHHH I HATE FINALS I HATE LIFE I HATE CORN WHY MUST THE CAFETERIA SERVE THAT
face: AW, TURN THAT FROWN UPSIDE DOWN, CHAP. 8DDD
me: SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH
face: I KNOW WHAT WILL CHEER YOU UP 8DD
me: NO WAY. REALLY? WE NEVER gET ALONg. HOW SWEET OF YOU. 8D
face: YUP *grows tons of pimples* 8DDDD
me: WTF!!!!!!!
face: WAIT DOESN'T THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY
me: FUCK
WHY DOES MY LAPTOP SUCK DDD8 NOW BOTH MY g, H AND DELETE KEY IS BROKEN WHAT THE QUEER
so to try and fix the disarray of wrinkles, stress lines (look at me, i sound like a 40 year old WOO-WOOMAN), and permanent frown on my face, i thought eagerly to myself after i left the chemistry testing room, "FAK YEAH, NOW I CAN SLEEP A LOT AND PUT ON FACE MASKS AND UN-UgLY MYSELF."
but srsly, i'm just asking for it. D8 i ended up not being able to nap (the whole "LOL NOW I CAN SLEEP UNTIL THE SUN EXPLODES" = body: LOL NOT TODAY BITCH *wide awake*) then i went to get boba and dinner and buy cutesy asian stuff with dino and leslie. then went back to their room to gossip and watch/ruin movies and rofl. till 1 AM. so i was "OK SO I'M OFF A FEW HOURS BUT WHEN I gET BACK I'LL SLEEP CCC8"
then they walked me back and we had girl talks for another 2 1/2 hours. DDD8 and now i'm wasting more time. am i smart or am i smartest.
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WELL TAT WAS A WEEK AgO. i didn't even end that with a proper exit. 6___9 i probably fainted at the deskfloor. now if my spelling seems to have decayed to awfulness, it's my keyboard. i am not making lame excuses for my failure. 8CC now i think the apostrope won't work too. WTF. DD8<
my dad wants to take it to best buy and get it fixed, but i wring my tiny asian hands over the tech dudes stumbling across my pr0n folders and going "WAT IS DIS LOL" and then telling daddy and he'll lock me in the freezer/oven, depending on how dishonored he feels. so i'm doing doggie tricks for a new lappy.
AND my spring break is over. 8[ i'm back at school. i went to te library on the first day of the quarter and it was empty. te librarians ROFLed at me and i think one had a heart attack. 8[ now i'm going to give myself a manicure/pedicure while watching thewinekone. cause i think he's hot.
SO OH HAY LJ WHATS UP *watches inactive, obese LJ struggle and wheeze for a fried chicken thigh* 8C