So hi.
Just wanted to let you know that anything I say from now onwards cannot be used against me in a court of law because I am not thinking straight and I'm in love and I can't bear it and my tea is cold.
We have a biology test tomorrow. This doesn't really affect my life, except today I got back a D for an assignment. Me. A D. I never get Ds. But you know, it didn't bother me in the slightest, and I'm a little worried I'm just going to let myself slip into a pattern of slackness because I just don't care.
As the title suggests, I am in a homicidal mood, and I thought I should just clarify that this has nothing to do with an upcoming test or anything.
Actually - hey, hey! MOOD CHANGESE ARE A HAPPENIN- I feel better. I'd still like to stab someone repeatedly. No, actually, I'd like to cut their face Joker style like in 'Pan's Labrynth'- where the maid takes her potato knife and cuts the general's face open into an eternal smile and blood drips everywhere.
I need a job. I hate this sense of worthlessness. It's more like uselessness; like infinite idleness actually.
Wow. Boredom really gets to you. This book told me boredom leads to death. I can't believe I'm still alive. I'm a real surviver, clearly.
And you know? That's it. I could just delete this post, but no. I'm sure all of my wonderful readers want to read my waffle. Every last one of them.
yep :)
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