January 2012
Happy new year, everybody.
I wish you all the very best.
“You can say you like them thin, bulky, short, long, blonde, freckled, curvy,...”
– A very wise, drunk neighbor partying it up next door
When school starts again.
Fucked up sleeping schedule.
Ugly handwriting forever.
Waking up so freaking early.
Forgot there’s homework/projects due.
Seeing the bitches you hate.
Stupid teachers who gives you too much work.
Homework all day, everyday.
Same shit, different day.
Minus the ugly handwriting part >.
“I’m the son and heir
Of nothing in particular”
– “How Soon Is Now?” by The Smiths
“You can say you like them thin, bulky, short, long, blonde, freckled, curvy,...”
– A very wise, drunken neighbor partying it up next door.
Sometimes I just wish I had a nice, normal life. With normal joys and normal drama. What’s normal exactly? Maybe bore, maybe sanity. I don’t know. But I want it.
December 2011
Shutting the neighbors up like a BAMF
After what felt like 300 hours of grueling shrieks - cause no one in their right mind could possibly call that “music” - at full volume, I finally had enough, put on clothes and went to the house source of all the noise. Having learned that sweet words go much further than angry ones do, I put on a smile and asked ever so politely if they could lower the music “just a tad, so my...
Status:
sweet-elena:
When your teachers extends a due date
gigglingbean:
The last day of yet another shitty year.
