"i have a fucking 91. just stick your dick in my mouth RIGHT NOW!"
This is me, procrastinating studying for my chemistry exam.
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I really honestly believe that Mrs. Stoeri and her exam are going to shake me like a baby and put me in a paper bag and beat me with candy canes and then rip my face off and then throw me up in a tree and leave me there to be eaten by vultures and crows and other evil beasts of the forest.
Which is why I should be studying. But, instead, I am going to rant and rave in here until about eight thirty, when I will finally realize that I need to go study, and so I will, and I'll do so until 10 AM the next morning when I can't anymore because I have to take my German exam.
The trig exam today was stupid and dumb, and I hate trig and I wish I never had to take it ever again times infinity.
I've hit up De Danann twice in two days. I love that fucking little coffee shop with their fucking good coffee and fucking little Irish owner guy who says "latte" really interestingly and makes me want to fall in love with him, even though he's twice my age and is married and has children. I don't even listen to what he's saying, I just listen to the way he talks. I can't help it. I want an Irish accent. They are so incredibly cool.
I think if I couldn't have an Irish accent, I'd have one of those dirty sounding British ones. Not like the kind that Posh Spice or some fancy pants British person has, but a Roger Daltrey accent, the kind that sounds like they just walked out of a dark room after having sex with a million people and are thus all husky and deep and wonderful. But then, I'd want to do myself, and that's not cool.
The Darkness is (are?) hot. I can't handle them and I can't handle myself not being able to handle them. Justin Hawkins is so uncontrollably gangly and lanky and hideously beautiful that I wish he was a couple years younger and went to my school so that we could be lovers. We would walk around school and we would be the ultimate hot rockstar couple because everybody knows that THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I AM.
Someday, at least.
Saw Jonesy a lot today which was interesting and splendid because he's my friend and I haven't seen him in like 97 billion years due to various reasons (i.e. coming into school late/having things to do in the morning/different schedules/general lazyness). We need to play guitar now that I have my Gibson. OH, DEAR SWEET GIBSON, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.
Tom wasn't at Chemathon and it was infinitely more boring than when he's there and adds comic relief to the more particularly boring aspects of Chemathon. Chemathon is going to be hard as SHIT. Everything I do is complete dumbassery and I need to sharpen up on my SKILLLLLLZ.
Speaking of chemistry. It is time.
*cries*
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I really honestly believe that Mrs. Stoeri and her exam are going to shake me like a baby and put me in a paper bag and beat me with candy canes and then rip my face off and then throw me up in a tree and leave me there to be eaten by vultures and crows and other evil beasts of the forest.
Which is why I should be studying. But, instead, I am going to rant and rave in here until about eight thirty, when I will finally realize that I need to go study, and so I will, and I'll do so until 10 AM the next morning when I can't anymore because I have to take my German exam.
The trig exam today was stupid and dumb, and I hate trig and I wish I never had to take it ever again times infinity.
I've hit up De Danann twice in two days. I love that fucking little coffee shop with their fucking good coffee and fucking little Irish owner guy who says "latte" really interestingly and makes me want to fall in love with him, even though he's twice my age and is married and has children. I don't even listen to what he's saying, I just listen to the way he talks. I can't help it. I want an Irish accent. They are so incredibly cool.
I think if I couldn't have an Irish accent, I'd have one of those dirty sounding British ones. Not like the kind that Posh Spice or some fancy pants British person has, but a Roger Daltrey accent, the kind that sounds like they just walked out of a dark room after having sex with a million people and are thus all husky and deep and wonderful. But then, I'd want to do myself, and that's not cool.
The Darkness is (are?) hot. I can't handle them and I can't handle myself not being able to handle them. Justin Hawkins is so uncontrollably gangly and lanky and hideously beautiful that I wish he was a couple years younger and went to my school so that we could be lovers. We would walk around school and we would be the ultimate hot rockstar couple because everybody knows that THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I AM.
Someday, at least.
Saw Jonesy a lot today which was interesting and splendid because he's my friend and I haven't seen him in like 97 billion years due to various reasons (i.e. coming into school late/having things to do in the morning/different schedules/general lazyness). We need to play guitar now that I have my Gibson. OH, DEAR SWEET GIBSON, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.
Tom wasn't at Chemathon and it was infinitely more boring than when he's there and adds comic relief to the more particularly boring aspects of Chemathon. Chemathon is going to be hard as SHIT. Everything I do is complete dumbassery and I need to sharpen up on my SKILLLLLLZ.
Speaking of chemistry. It is time.
*cries*