Nashville = Hell
Life is getting lame, boring and predictable. I studied all last weekend for the physics test and I am pretty sure that I didn't even get a 70 on it and then I busted my ass on the chem test which I better have gotten at least a 90. Despite the fact that my GPA is about as low as Paris Hilton's IQ, that's really not what's pissing me the most.
First of all the fuckers at UF are telling me that the deadline of summer is already due despite the fact that three different people that I talked to a few weeks ago said that I can basically submit everything on the day that classes start!
Second, since I bust my ass all week trying to make freaking teachers happy; I deserve at least a good weekend right?!?! But guess what?! My weekends are so bad, not even alcohol and weed can make things better. I mean yeah I can get real wasted and high, but at the end of the day it's still not worth remembering what I did. Nothing spontaneous nor exilarating happens at all. This dull, lifeless existance is really getting on my last nerves! Sitting here writing shit bull at like fucking 11pm on a saturday night is so motherfucking poignant! Yes, there are parties, yes I know where they are, and yes I have friends to go with, but nothing ever ever fucking happens! Week after week, it's just we go, we drink, we dance a little, we end up a wendy's where I am the only asian, 4-6 white people with me and the rest are all nigs. This is fucking nashville TN, wft? Then after stuffing our faces, I end up in my room again. Predicatibility is really raping me in the ass right now and it really hurts.
These UF motherfuckers better let me in for summer so I can be back with my spicie friends and return to where I been trying to away from. Irony at it's best...God is just too funny sometimes...
First of all the fuckers at UF are telling me that the deadline of summer is already due despite the fact that three different people that I talked to a few weeks ago said that I can basically submit everything on the day that classes start!
Second, since I bust my ass all week trying to make freaking teachers happy; I deserve at least a good weekend right?!?! But guess what?! My weekends are so bad, not even alcohol and weed can make things better. I mean yeah I can get real wasted and high, but at the end of the day it's still not worth remembering what I did. Nothing spontaneous nor exilarating happens at all. This dull, lifeless existance is really getting on my last nerves! Sitting here writing shit bull at like fucking 11pm on a saturday night is so motherfucking poignant! Yes, there are parties, yes I know where they are, and yes I have friends to go with, but nothing ever ever fucking happens! Week after week, it's just we go, we drink, we dance a little, we end up a wendy's where I am the only asian, 4-6 white people with me and the rest are all nigs. This is fucking nashville TN, wft? Then after stuffing our faces, I end up in my room again. Predicatibility is really raping me in the ass right now and it really hurts.
These UF motherfuckers better let me in for summer so I can be back with my spicie friends and return to where I been trying to away from. Irony at it's best...God is just too funny sometimes...