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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

blaze orange.

sigh. the internet is being retarded again, so goddamned retarded.


frustration levels are at an all time high and i have nowhere to let it all out. i feel like i'm going to explode. though now that i'm watching the grunting match between maria sharapova and venus williams, i totally feel better because it is so AWESOME! lol

anyhoo, i've already finished my homework! well, not exactly, but i did all that i knew how to do. i actually took the time to think, cross my heart. i've done all the questions required for maths... for the current chapter, that is. dont even mention the previous chapter because i'm just gonna pretend i didnt hear you! la la la la...

i've grown bored of my music. i need new songs, new artists to listen to. gosh, all the songs i listen to are now practically lullabies. boooooring.

ohyea, the rumours of having to stay back at school til 4? they're most probably true. my form teacher said it hasnt been officially announced at my school, though it already was at other schools like MBS and such. now hear me out for awhile: i am not amused. my god, what the hell?! exactly WHAT would necessitate such shitty adjustments to the form six class schedule? WHAT would we be doing anyway?! we have 5 subjects to study, and we can only take in so much in a single day! i wouldnt know what to do, how to react if they really do this to us. and let me just clarify something; we have a life and we are not going to spend - what, 1600-0730... - 8.5 hours, a third of our days, in school for FIVE days every week! SIX days when we have co-curricular activities! you say it's just an additional 2 hours from the current 6 hours, but 2 hours is a fuck load of time for me. in 2 hours, i can already watch the grunting match between sharapova and willliams 36 times! 36 FUCKING TIMES! well, 36 fucking times if you minus the time taken for the video to load and the time i repeat the extra loud points in the game.

imbeciles.

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