7th post.how sad. its been. well, god knows how long i've started blogging. but, 7 FRIGGIN POSTS?
damnit, everyone was right. i am a loser. ok, this is gonna be a short post. i have shit to do. shot more difficult than you can imagine. i have a compo to write. BY TODAY. i have FRIGGIN LIT NOTES. science crap. math shitty crap and chinese crappy shit.
ok, i'm gonna go update someone's blog now.
not mine.
SEEYA.
lynn.
i'll post tmr during class. don't worry. i'm good at doing shit in class(:
unrelevant shit.
DAMNIT. CME FRIGGIN EXAM TMR.
FUCKFUCKFUCK.
trying to forget someone is like trying to remember someone you never knew♥
ain't that sweeet? ):
OK, I KNOW I'VE ALREADY POSTED TODAY. SO SHUT THE HELL UP, BITCH.
ok, today, i am going to rant. rant. Big time. TODAYWASTHEWORSTDAYSOFARTHISWEEK. i got caught for using facebook in class. in science. damnit, i'm so unlucky. ms azrina's gonna kill me tmr. lalala lala. well, at least i get to miss the busybess class today. and i get to see tony tmr. ain't that great? (: but today. and yst sucked monkey balls. UGH, did i mention we had CWO yst which was dumb and torture. like. WTF torture. ughughugh. my fingers hurt. and i had to cut and manicure my nails. and now they're bloody short. which defeats the purpose of a manicure. today, belinda told me something interesting. she told me that there were whores in our school. IT BETTER NOT BE ME, BITCH. ugh, i'm in a bad mood now.
i swear.
why am i the one always. ALWAYS GETTING IN TROUBLE. Ok, well, its less trouble than jose and belinda. but who cares. I'M PISSED. i've been a good girl. and all i've done is go online during classes. what's wrong with that? doesn't everyone? WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME? i mean like, WHY?!?!?!?!?!??!!??!!? and now tony's playing spore and not talking to me): evil tony. UGH. bad day.
hmm, maybe if i stay optimistic the day will end happy. do you think so?
i keep telling myself maybe tmr'll be better. and i'm telling you now.IT BETTER BE.
i have some mushy quotes YIKLAM my lovable, huggable, lesbian partner gave me. lookie here: A broken heart should be visible. Something that hurts that much should not be hidden. The pain, much worse than broken bones, knife wounds, gunshots, chemotherapy, tumors or boils, should be swathed in long, white bandages. The wounded should appear on crutches or in a wheelchair for their heart. Then people would know. They would recognize the injured, they would see the damage and understand, care offer, a kind word. Love is so much like war and a relationship only one long seige, the defenses going up and down as the fortune changes the allies transfer. Couples should wear combat uniforms. The would be bright and freshly ironed in the first days of romance. Then the material would become stained, begin to fray. We would lose a button or two. Anyone looking at us would know where we were, how far we had come. Only the shiny epaulet still attatched, but somehow a symbol of hope. We would emerge victorious.
awwww, ain't that nice? (:
hahah, dindin now.
i'll blog tmr. i hope.
OHOH, i downloaded skins for messenger plus. maybe now i'll go online in school. if its possible. why not?
cheerios,
♥lynn
