GUYS!
I MADE IT THROUGH THE TESTWEEK!
Ya I haven't received any grades yet so I'm going to edit my opinion later, I think, but right now, I'm thinking somewhere along the lines of...
I PWN ASS!
How's your week been?
Surely you didn't learn your ass off like me (ha, you probs learned harder 'cause I still suck balls when it comes to studying. There's so much diverting stuff around me, how can I EVER concentrate on homework when there's series and drawings and people waiting to be watched/made/given attention?), or made jokes as funny as mine (you get it, you're probably funnier).
Oh I have a story!
I was ''studying'' with three girls at school today, and we were talking about last names (I've probably mentioned to you how my last name would be pronounced your ass in English), and we found out that not only is my dad's name Dick (okay so Dirk, but originally Dick!) Your Ass, and then one girl (I'll call her I Get Straight A's On Everything, short IGSAOE) said that her dad had this work colleague who's name is Ufuk Uras (he's like Turkish or somewhere in that area), and you get it, at an American congress he was introduced to an audience as - Oh god I'm not even going to finish that. Oh wait I am.
YOU F#CK YO ASS!
This entry must be made of fail and hate and ego if you only read the big-ass letters, lol, but there's something else I wanted to share with you. I think I'm definitely one hundred percent and utterly completely and everything alike over my (ex!)crush! You know, the girl whose name I shall not mention here. I mean, imagine the horror when she googles herself and she finds some weird LJ entry by some weird random girl who shouts things like I PWN ASS & YOU F#CK YO ASS like some recently divorced woman that's had a little too much booze to get over the horrors of her life and also suffers from gilles de la tourette. She'd also say things like:
"So I wuz ttly home earliieeeee - yo ho and a boooottle of ... whiiiskey!1 - and thenz I walked into my bedddroom n thar wuz my hubby nd he wuz laik ttly - WHORE! SLUT! TRAILER TRASH GO FUUUUCK YOURSELF! And then I cried, laik, a loot."
... Okay so anyway, today was a little embarrassing though. I was on my way to school, riding my bike in total zenn, and I was dressed in my catholic schoolgirl outfit (love saying it), only I hadn't tugged my skirt right for about ten meters so you could practically see my pantiezzz, and there came a stranger cycling right at me, and from a distance (and also due to the light - oh god someone horrible comes online and she's got a picture of herself to make things worse, god that woman is fugly, does she want me to have a stroke?! ... moving on,) I couldn't see who it was, so I did my seductive-stranger smile which I always do, and it turns out to be *her* =,= She smiled at me, but I think it was either a) compassionate, b) mocking, or c) a little preview of the fit of laughter she was going to have after I passed. Well she should be happy I treated her to my seductive-stranger smile! It's actually quite sexy (or so I imagine).
Anypooh, one last thing to say (no, two, actually)
RORY AND JESS FIIIIIINALLY MADE OUT AND IT WAS HEAVEN AND I WANT TO SNUGGLE THEM BOTH TO DEATH FOR FIIIIIIIIIINALLY BEING THE SEXYFINO COUPLE THAT THEY WERE AAAALWAYS MEANT TO BE! AND MORE!
(Gilmore Girls, can't help myself)
And, a very happy weekend to anyone who actually finished this entry! I'm guessing: No-one!
... That does not mean that I don't love. I do love! A lot! I love love! (you know, like that perfume by Moschino. I have it, and I like it, though it smells a bit like oranges)
You know you love me (love me for my sense of dramz! though it's not as present here - yet - as I thought it would be, count yerselves lucky, me hearties!),
Fleur
Ya I haven't received any grades yet so I'm going to edit my opinion later, I think, but right now, I'm thinking somewhere along the lines of...
I PWN ASS!
How's your week been?
Surely you didn't learn your ass off like me (ha, you probs learned harder 'cause I still suck balls when it comes to studying. There's so much diverting stuff around me, how can I EVER concentrate on homework when there's series and drawings and people waiting to be watched/made/given attention?), or made jokes as funny as mine (you get it, you're probably funnier).
Oh I have a story!
I was ''studying'' with three girls at school today, and we were talking about last names (I've probably mentioned to you how my last name would be pronounced your ass in English), and we found out that not only is my dad's name Dick (okay so Dirk, but originally Dick!) Your Ass, and then one girl (I'll call her I Get Straight A's On Everything, short IGSAOE) said that her dad had this work colleague who's name is Ufuk Uras (he's like Turkish or somewhere in that area), and you get it, at an American congress he was introduced to an audience as - Oh god I'm not even going to finish that. Oh wait I am.
YOU F#CK YO ASS!
This entry must be made of fail and hate and ego if you only read the big-ass letters, lol, but there's something else I wanted to share with you. I think I'm definitely one hundred percent and utterly completely and everything alike over my (ex!)crush! You know, the girl whose name I shall not mention here. I mean, imagine the horror when she googles herself and she finds some weird LJ entry by some weird random girl who shouts things like I PWN ASS & YOU F#CK YO ASS like some recently divorced woman that's had a little too much booze to get over the horrors of her life and also suffers from gilles de la tourette. She'd also say things like:
"So I wuz ttly home earliieeeee - yo ho and a boooottle of ... whiiiskey!1 - and thenz I walked into my bedddroom n thar wuz my hubby nd he wuz laik ttly - WHORE! SLUT! TRAILER TRASH GO FUUUUCK YOURSELF! And then I cried, laik, a loot."
... Okay so anyway, today was a little embarrassing though. I was on my way to school, riding my bike in total zenn, and I was dressed in my catholic schoolgirl outfit (love saying it), only I hadn't tugged my skirt right for about ten meters so you could practically see my pantiezzz, and there came a stranger cycling right at me, and from a distance (and also due to the light - oh god someone horrible comes online and she's got a picture of herself to make things worse, god that woman is fugly, does she want me to have a stroke?! ... moving on,) I couldn't see who it was, so I did my seductive-stranger smile which I always do, and it turns out to be *her* =,= She smiled at me, but I think it was either a) compassionate, b) mocking, or c) a little preview of the fit of laughter she was going to have after I passed. Well she should be happy I treated her to my seductive-stranger smile! It's actually quite sexy (or so I imagine).
Anypooh, one last thing to say (no, two, actually)
RORY AND JESS FIIIIIINALLY MADE OUT AND IT WAS HEAVEN AND I WANT TO SNUGGLE THEM BOTH TO DEATH FOR FIIIIIIIIIINALLY BEING THE SEXYFINO COUPLE THAT THEY WERE AAAALWAYS MEANT TO BE! AND MORE!
(Gilmore Girls, can't help myself)
And, a very happy weekend to anyone who actually finished this entry! I'm guessing: No-one!
... That does not mean that I don't love. I do love! A lot! I love love! (you know, like that perfume by Moschino. I have it, and I like it, though it smells a bit like oranges)
You know you love me (love me for my sense of dramz! though it's not as present here - yet - as I thought it would be, count yerselves lucky, me hearties!),
Fleur