Been a while, hmm?
Yeah, so ok, I'm taking a break. If I don't stop doing schoolwork, I think I just might pull my face off. Right off, and chuck it at a wall or something.
There's so much to tell, so much, but...I can't remember it all.
Today is my sister's birthday. Mine is in two days. Am I excited? ...no. I don't know why, I can't explain it. But right now, I just don't care. Maybe it's cuz I'll be in hell that day.
I'm in complete and total like with a boy. So what if he's half a foot shorter than me?! Shutup, society, shutup! We'd make beautiful babies!! *Runs away in pathetic fashion*
So. Much. Work. Will die from ulcer and brain collapse in following post.
The thing I hate most about Mid-term exams: stress, which causes ACNE!! DIE, ACNE, DIE!
There's snow outside, and that makes me wish I celebrated Christmas. That reminds me: I'm a bad person. I don't explain to people why I don't celebrate your commercialized holiday. When people ask me if I did my Christmas shopping, I just respond "no", minus explanation. I find I get treated differently when I tell them that I'm Muslim. I am not a proud Muslim, and that...well, that's sad. God is probably aiming them lightning bolts in my general direction, and is just biding his time...
Scott Adams, the creator of the Dilbert Comic, writes the most amazing blogs I have ever read. Thank you Danners for that sweet link.
I have a soccer game in an hour and a half. That is good. I need some stress relief. Aferwards will most likely be going out for my sister's birthday. It's funny how you hate someone most of the time, but birthdays make you hate them just a little bit less.
I found the birthday gift that my mom bought me behind her bed. I want to open it right now and see what it is, but I like to test how long I can resist things. See if I can practice at least a little self control, because I don't seem to be able to most of the time.
Who else pees in the shower? Come on, admit it.
This song makes me wish I had someone to make out with. Or do. (Haha, I'm not sugar-coating ANYTHING tonight, am I?)
There was a point this year where I was really friendly and nice, and such. (Ie, during frosh). I was even starting to not hate people in general, which was a good thing. But you can't teach an old bitch new tricks: I'm back to despising pretty much everyone.
Hell: is the worst place on Earth. That place makes me want to pull my face off too.
I wish for a time where awkwardness didn't exist, and I wasn't constantly wondering what people are thinking about me. It burns on the inside. I miss it just being good times.
Uzair and Angelique need to post before I blast their faces with a makeup gun.
There are a lot of old people at my work, and sometimes it makes me contemplate my own death. I think I'm going to die young. I wish there was a Holy Book that told me not to be scared of dying...but they all pretty much tell me I'm going to hell. So yeah, I'm scared.
I can't really think of anything else. So I'll try to think of positives now.
I keep getting compliments on my eyes. That makes me happy.
The end, hahah.
Anywho, back to the grindstone I go. If you wish to contact me, please don't. I can't "do" social activity now.
There's so much to tell, so much, but...I can't remember it all.
Today is my sister's birthday. Mine is in two days. Am I excited? ...no. I don't know why, I can't explain it. But right now, I just don't care. Maybe it's cuz I'll be in hell that day.
I'm in complete and total like with a boy. So what if he's half a foot shorter than me?! Shutup, society, shutup! We'd make beautiful babies!! *Runs away in pathetic fashion*
So. Much. Work. Will die from ulcer and brain collapse in following post.
The thing I hate most about Mid-term exams: stress, which causes ACNE!! DIE, ACNE, DIE!
There's snow outside, and that makes me wish I celebrated Christmas. That reminds me: I'm a bad person. I don't explain to people why I don't celebrate your commercialized holiday. When people ask me if I did my Christmas shopping, I just respond "no", minus explanation. I find I get treated differently when I tell them that I'm Muslim. I am not a proud Muslim, and that...well, that's sad. God is probably aiming them lightning bolts in my general direction, and is just biding his time...
Scott Adams, the creator of the Dilbert Comic, writes the most amazing blogs I have ever read. Thank you Danners for that sweet link.
I have a soccer game in an hour and a half. That is good. I need some stress relief. Aferwards will most likely be going out for my sister's birthday. It's funny how you hate someone most of the time, but birthdays make you hate them just a little bit less.
I found the birthday gift that my mom bought me behind her bed. I want to open it right now and see what it is, but I like to test how long I can resist things. See if I can practice at least a little self control, because I don't seem to be able to most of the time.
Who else pees in the shower? Come on, admit it.
This song makes me wish I had someone to make out with. Or do. (Haha, I'm not sugar-coating ANYTHING tonight, am I?)
There was a point this year where I was really friendly and nice, and such. (Ie, during frosh). I was even starting to not hate people in general, which was a good thing. But you can't teach an old bitch new tricks: I'm back to despising pretty much everyone.
Hell: is the worst place on Earth. That place makes me want to pull my face off too.
I wish for a time where awkwardness didn't exist, and I wasn't constantly wondering what people are thinking about me. It burns on the inside. I miss it just being good times.
Uzair and Angelique need to post before I blast their faces with a makeup gun.
There are a lot of old people at my work, and sometimes it makes me contemplate my own death. I think I'm going to die young. I wish there was a Holy Book that told me not to be scared of dying...but they all pretty much tell me I'm going to hell. So yeah, I'm scared.
I can't really think of anything else. So I'll try to think of positives now.
I keep getting compliments on my eyes. That makes me happy.
The end, hahah.
Anywho, back to the grindstone I go. If you wish to contact me, please don't. I can't "do" social activity now.