I feel like writing for some peculiar reason, perhaps sheer boredom, but who knows? It's really fucking cold outside and I'm chest-deep in bullshit in accordance with finals.

Now, just to be emo:I want my chemistry teacher to die alone [as so announced to my Algebra class], Mr. Powell is bloody killing me [no final review], the English final is ( Read more... )

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( 'cause this is just how I roll. )

Okay, since it's almost Gift time, here it goes:

If you want to exchange gifts or something like, tell me what you want so I can get busy to make it or perhaps buy it. And if I can't buy it, you'll get something knitted or crocheted.

Tell me ASAP so I can get started.

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So, I'm going to do the whole pluses and minuses thing ( Read more... )

I have found the funniest word in the English Language:

TOFURKEY.

Say it. And try not to laugh hysterically.

That's right, it's impossible.

I realised something: I never update this damned thing because I fear the response that will come from it (or lack-there-of), but seriously, what is there to really fear? If people don't like me, then they don't. And for this reason, I've compiled a list of ten truths about myself for the public to view and either cringe with displeasure or endear ( Read more... )