Friday, September 23, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Day Three Hundred and Twelve
Bronzer and foundation is AWFUL to get off. I don't know how made up peroxide blondes wear so much make up on a regular basis.
Also, put orange paint on top of that, and it's just gross.
I am so tireddddddd... and I don't want to be stressed about work. But there's so much to do, and yet, so little time.
sfdkjdfslk also I don't want to resit UMAT. I always thought I wasn't particularly logical... here is the proof lol. I am amused... but at the same time, it's just a pain in the arse... Who the hell gets in the 86th and 97th percentile in the first two sections and then completely and utterly flunks the last section that Asians are supposedly good at? Me, apparently.
Also, the new Facebook layout is
a) not particularly aesthetically pleasing
b) kind of confusing to use
c) slightly stalkerish with a running feed of EVERYONE'S current activity
... it might actually put me off it.
In fact with everything going on around me, combined with a lack of sleep, I am going to be in a blissful state of apathy in regards to matters about him. Despite the fact that he was offering to skype his friend, and me needing to say how bloody unfair it is that I should be bumped off last week before he offered me a call... I almost don't give a fuck at the moment because I am far too tired to care.
Also, put orange paint on top of that, and it's just gross.
I am so tireddddddd... and I don't want to be stressed about work. But there's so much to do, and yet, so little time.
sfdkjdfslk also I don't want to resit UMAT. I always thought I wasn't particularly logical... here is the proof lol. I am amused... but at the same time, it's just a pain in the arse... Who the hell gets in the 86th and 97th percentile in the first two sections and then completely and utterly flunks the last section that Asians are supposedly good at? Me, apparently.
Also, the new Facebook layout is
a) not particularly aesthetically pleasing
b) kind of confusing to use
c) slightly stalkerish with a running feed of EVERYONE'S current activity
... it might actually put me off it.
In fact with everything going on around me, combined with a lack of sleep, I am going to be in a blissful state of apathy in regards to matters about him. Despite the fact that he was offering to skype his friend, and me needing to say how bloody unfair it is that I should be bumped off last week before he offered me a call... I almost don't give a fuck at the moment because I am far too tired to care.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Day Three Hundred and Ten AND Eleven
Internet cut out for the evening and consequently, I had a little spaz.
It was NOT pretty.
It was NOT pretty.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Day Three Hundred and Nine
thisweekisgoingtobesoincrediblyhecticsomuchsothaticannotaffordthetimetoputinadequatepunctuation.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Day Three Hundred and Eight
Torn between two things: to do what is right, which will cost me everything, or to do what is wrong, which will cost me forever.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Day Three Hundred and Seven
I find people who have the compulsion to put up countless photos of themselves in their beloved bliss incredibly annoying. Call me bitter, but it is no wonder that when the day comes when they do break up, it makes for immense entertainment.
If you're happy, then good for you. There's no need to go proclaiming to the world that you've finally found someone who'll actually acknowledge your relationship (unlike your past two 'boyfriends'). I use the term 'boyfriend' loosely here because we all know a little gossip about your previous 'relationships', don't we?
xoxo Gossip Girl.
If you're happy, then good for you. There's no need to go proclaiming to the world that you've finally found someone who'll actually acknowledge your relationship (unlike your past two 'boyfriends'). I use the term 'boyfriend' loosely here because we all know a little gossip about your previous 'relationships', don't we?
xoxo Gossip Girl.
Friday, September 16, 2011
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