I'VE GOT BRUISES ON MY HANDS AND KNEES, AND A LIST OF FAILURES IN BETWEEN.
"Actually my Mom doesn't want me to get all 'A's."
"I wish my Mom was like that."
Why is life all about stinkin' studyin' I'd rather be losing my ass in any other way than to be mugging it off. (Okay what am I saying now, I don't even know.) Today's the first day of the holidays June, oh yeah. Lessons from 9 to 330 mhm I think life is just great. And to be honest I can complain even more because A2 has been spoilt with short days of everything ending before 3 so anything after, as with this 'Holiday Lecture Schedule', is just plain unacceptable.
Oh and I just discovered a cut on the middle finger of my left hand, does that stand for anything? Well, given my current emo(tional) state I might as well be wishing for more to appear in all other various parts of my body (e.g. wrists, ankle, thigh, neck... No no no, a tiny slit on the neck could prove FATAL, I am almost sure) that would relieve my mind of some pain by bearing it physically.
Oh, oh and for some reason my right eye's been twitching uncontrollably the whole day, I wonder now what this means? Apparently they say when your eye twitches it means you're missed. Hm I don't know about that but certainly I'm missing somebody now. Car ride aside (that was not enough I swear), my eye must be twitching for you, ohmgsh. SADFACE.
And this is what I do when I'm not happy (i.e. when I am unhappy) - RANT speak incessantly RANT going on and on RANT pointlessly most of the time RANT about things that don't matter RANT or shouldn't matter RANT and act oh-so-freakingly immature.
I HATE/DETEST/LOATHE/ABHOR/DESPISE/ABOMINATE/DISGUST MYSELF WHEN I LOSE CONTROL.