.written in the stars.
7:31 p.m. || 2003-10-09
Schizer.
I wish I had those word of the day calendars, that give me something to think about. oh crap. It smells here in this room, and i can't tell what it is.
Everyone has quite forgotten about me. Maybe it's in their heart, or maybe it's just what they think.
Whatever. This is the Period bunch. *complains*
Someone better rip out my uterus, no matter how gross that sounds. Yuck.
Anyway. I think lit was a trash load of unorganised garbage that i scribbled down the very little points I had come up with. I threw my literature out of the window, just like that.
Retests, here I come.
Ach, scheiße. ich bin so abgestorben.
I think that was really poor german. shit. SHIT. SHIT.
oh God, i really need help. Tomorrow's bio, so g'luck to everyone out there taking it. and luck to the people taking higher chinese. although, i think i need more help than ever, because my oral retake is tomorrow, and my language is so completely SHIT. nevermind. deal with it. cool, calm exterior. raging on the inside. the only comfort i have, is leisure suit larry, catz, ff.net, my pillows, and God.
God had better help me.
Please?
PS, i never really liked stars, esp the yellow five-sided ones.
»hates: stress, being nagged at, losing tolerance, not being able to do anything for someone. spuffy. having no muse the entire day(aka went on vacation). i hate too many things to list. xP.
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