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Sunday, May 31, 2009

i can't stand it anymore~ apparently, maths homework is driving me bananuts, well let alone all the homework put together? jeepers, i need a homework machine. teachers are killin' me. well, meet the parents session went well. my results are awwwwesome. as if. i failed one. still bad enough. my poa dragged me down. all the way. ): my percentage is a mutha sucka. damn it huh? k right. hollies are here. in a way happy, but then again, i've gotta go back to school. it sucks. 
i'm seriously, honestly, going bananuts. i have no more time for pokemon and simpsons ]:
Ohhhhhhh the agony. dramatic huh? so yes, i went back to school today. early in tha morning, damn it. i feel like going back to sleep now. and i bloody freakin' know that i have got to increase my capacity. whatever kids. haha.
CUT IT OUT!!
kwell, i'm telling you. I'm gonna break my mid year resolution and swear a l'il here. just a little.
to a bloody certain fuck:
one fuckin' fine day i'm gonna drag you down all the way and let you taste some hell. you wait and see. if i don't ask for your mother fuckin' opinion, you jolly well shut the dog up. get it? because once i start commenting on your fucking slut face and all, you're in for it. 
i mean it. k? i will fuck you till you might wanna commit suicide.
and i will.
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fuck. so much for spoiling my mood here. k no more swearing. *glees*
heehoo. i will snap things short here.


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