March 2011
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jesus christ people really DO need to refresh their memory on the symbolism of a closed door. five people have walked in this time span. really, knocking is such a simple action. i don’t understand.
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i have really odd issues with people lying to me, even if it’s about the stupidest things. oh god. anyway. go away, person who lied to me (who is now bothering me ans not understanding the symbolism of a closed door) to apologize.
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fuck caffeine. apparently, it works.
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i love this smell of spring
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nothing more grating than hearing children play high screeching notes out of tune repeatedly, on any instrument. perhaps not bass. because they can’t reach that high. but anyway. this has been going on for like twenty minutes, and at first you don’t notice it that much, but then it starts creeping into your brain and *shudder* believe me it gets to you.
“may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as...”
– ee cummings
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goddamnit, i am superwoman. i can do fucking anything. including finishing my pathetic excuse for an ap euro presentation by tomorrow.
hell yeah.
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DAMN IT. i have the opportunity to study more, yet i can’t remember which questions i need to study on. BLEAEGH
i think i’ll just go watch artsy psychotic french films now. not that i’ve ever spoken a word of french before in my life, or could ever possibly attempt at that incredibly garbled language.
goodnight.
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fml. not that you really care.
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i actually know that today is beiber’s birthday. not voluntarily, rather through the fact that various friends stasuses consist of “happy birthday, justin beiber.”
what is he now, like, eight?
