Notes and Updates
Life was so much easier when I was a non-sexual being. YES THERE WAS A TIME WHEN THAT HAPPENED. Like when I was pre-15. And then there was like an explosion. An explosion of sex. As in like guys realized I was female instead of just a little sister figure. Yeah, it was weird.
But dude, things made sense then. And now they just don't. Because everything gets mixed up with hormones and pharemones. And nothing makes sense with hormones and pharemones.
Duuuude.
Okay, I'm done.
But hey, being pharemonal and slightly hormonal is sooo much better than being sick. I was dying. There was dying. Of boredom and sickness. And my life was taken over by a plaaaague. Yeah, I'm elongating words to emphasize my points now. Yes, I've turned five.
And yeah, things were so much clearer then too. When I was sick. Bah, then I got better. And it was wonderful, and then I remembered how much being healthy and 18 sucked. Bah. Funny how that works.
Other than that. Paper and shiiiit. I love reading the news, I've decided. <3 the NYT and Wallstreet Journal. There are so many things going on out there.
I figured out what the rest of my college career would look like, at like 5 am this morning--bad sleeping schedule is back with recovering from sickness. And I was like, that's it? That's IT? And then I'm done? Dude... I can't believe they're giving me a diploma for this. I really feel like my learning... yeah.
To be frank, I will only think the rate of return on this investment will be appropriate if my life is made easier by this. Aka by getting into a good grad school with this. And scoring exceeeedingly well on the LSATs -_-. Fuck. Fuck... Fuck. And yeah, erm... Maybe the GRE's. I think maybe I could do the GRE's. And erm. Getting a fabulous job. Oh god. Yeeeeeah. I'm screwed. Fuuuuck.
And now on that note.
But dude, things made sense then. And now they just don't. Because everything gets mixed up with hormones and pharemones. And nothing makes sense with hormones and pharemones.
Duuuude.
Okay, I'm done.
But hey, being pharemonal and slightly hormonal is sooo much better than being sick. I was dying. There was dying. Of boredom and sickness. And my life was taken over by a plaaaague. Yeah, I'm elongating words to emphasize my points now. Yes, I've turned five.
And yeah, things were so much clearer then too. When I was sick. Bah, then I got better. And it was wonderful, and then I remembered how much being healthy and 18 sucked. Bah. Funny how that works.
Other than that. Paper and shiiiit. I love reading the news, I've decided. <3 the NYT and Wallstreet Journal. There are so many things going on out there.
I figured out what the rest of my college career would look like, at like 5 am this morning--bad sleeping schedule is back with recovering from sickness. And I was like, that's it? That's IT? And then I'm done? Dude... I can't believe they're giving me a diploma for this. I really feel like my learning... yeah.
To be frank, I will only think the rate of return on this investment will be appropriate if my life is made easier by this. Aka by getting into a good grad school with this. And scoring exceeeedingly well on the LSATs -_-. Fuck. Fuck... Fuck. And yeah, erm... Maybe the GRE's. I think maybe I could do the GRE's. And erm. Getting a fabulous job. Oh god. Yeeeeeah. I'm screwed. Fuuuuck.
And now on that note.