may you rot, collegeboard
(But seriously, hire me. You make so much fucking money for doing nothing. All you need in a printer and a scantron machine.)
SAT Reasoning Test is OVER for me. I'm taken it three times. Buhbye. May you die, die, DIEEE. (I will not think about the Math IIC and USHist I have to take in June. I WILL NOT.)
SRSLY. This last week has been shit. Major shit. I cried so hard this week over just... fuck. Life. And it was real angst this time. Serious angst, with real tears and sobbing. Not the usual effed up nothing I wangst about. UGH. I'm so confused. I hate my life. Well, actually, now I'm OK. But I HATED my life last week. And when I go back to that hell hole on Monday... *SIGH* Glorious, glorious @$^%%$.
I don't understand why I use symbols when I curse all the time. But that is besides the point.
On the bright side...
There is no bright side.
I should talk to Jason about all this but I think he's had enough of my tears for a week. Poor Jason. He's such a good boyfriend and I'm just abusive and neglectful. But I buy good presents (what poker addict boyfriend doesn't want a new poker chip set for his birthday and sarcastic Tshirts for anniversaries?) so I suppose it's OK.
On a random note (because my mind believes in absolute free association and my journal entries should follow)--prom pictures. So cute. Ahhh. I love my shoes.
Yeesh. Life. Makes me want to be in seventh grade again, cutting myself in the bathroom with razors, listening to Linkin Park, and burning nail polish soaked pieces of paper.
EDIT: On the bright side, I changed my layout. For the first time in like... 3 years? 2 years? I've tried so many times and gotten so many times. but in the end the plainness of my profile layout made me just make the entire thing... white. Now I will no longer have to guilt about posting drabbles up and having people be distracted by the darkness of the background.
SAT Reasoning Test is OVER for me. I'm taken it three times. Buhbye. May you die, die, DIEEE. (I will not think about the Math IIC and USHist I have to take in June. I WILL NOT.)
SRSLY. This last week has been shit. Major shit. I cried so hard this week over just... fuck. Life. And it was real angst this time. Serious angst, with real tears and sobbing. Not the usual effed up nothing I wangst about. UGH. I'm so confused. I hate my life. Well, actually, now I'm OK. But I HATED my life last week. And when I go back to that hell hole on Monday... *SIGH* Glorious, glorious @$^%%$.
I don't understand why I use symbols when I curse all the time. But that is besides the point.
On the bright side...
There is no bright side.
I should talk to Jason about all this but I think he's had enough of my tears for a week. Poor Jason. He's such a good boyfriend and I'm just abusive and neglectful. But I buy good presents (what poker addict boyfriend doesn't want a new poker chip set for his birthday and sarcastic Tshirts for anniversaries?) so I suppose it's OK.
On a random note (because my mind believes in absolute free association and my journal entries should follow)--prom pictures. So cute. Ahhh. I love my shoes.
Yeesh. Life. Makes me want to be in seventh grade again, cutting myself in the bathroom with razors, listening to Linkin Park, and burning nail polish soaked pieces of paper.
EDIT: On the bright side, I changed my layout. For the first time in like... 3 years? 2 years? I've tried so many times and gotten so many times. but in the end the plainness of my profile layout made me just make the entire thing... white. Now I will no longer have to guilt about posting drabbles up and having people be distracted by the darkness of the background.