Sunday, January 9, 2011

You Gotta (Live While You're Young)

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You gotta live while you're young
Before this world comes undone
We gotta keep our heads high
Before this life passes by
If it all falls apart
Well, at least we had fun
You gotta live while you're young
Before this world comes undone.

STEM

I touched an 80-yr old dead man's organs yesterday.
While standing right next to his dissected body.
And I didn't pass out nor throw up.

It was a magical experience. Right, Jodie?

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Only Girl in the World - Rihanna

Rihanna is singing,
"Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world

Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love
Like I'm the only one who knows your heart
Only girl in the world"
& Kaitlyn goes, "But... she's a woman."

Oh, kumquats say the darndest things.

Last Attempt to Salvage my Grade

didn't go so well.

I already mentally prepared myself for it. No bubble left to burst. No more emotions to flow. Just cold blank and ... callous.
And for good reason too because there was no possible option to raise it.
Oh well?

Although he tried to comfort me, in a way, by offering. "Oh, well, the grades might even be .3% off... maybe. I'll check," that wasn't enough. I lingered on those other words instead: "Oh, don't worry. Nobody's ever killed themselves over a B+ before."
^ Hah, wouldn't that make a really interesting headline though? ;)

Just kidding, guys. If you're wondering, don't worry. I'm fine. (Haha, that's what they always say.) No, seriously? I came home to a Taco Bell Crunchwrap and automatically forgot about the whole matter for... 5 minutes. But hey, as long as I keep stuffing myself with food, I won't be able to moan/drone/whine/mope about it, right? I shouldn't anyway.

Conclusion: If I ever become obese... go find Landshof.

On other matters, when I was down, a lot of people were there for me and I'm just really lucky to have those certain people in my life.

Which reminds me: today, in the car, Fiona articulated(?) some "words of wisdom" ... kind of:
Are you crazy because you think you're crazy or are you crazy because you think you're crazy?
She should totally grow up to be a philosopher/psychologist one day. (Sarcasm intended. x_O")
BTW, SHE IS THE BEST MINI COMFORTER EVER. ♥

So thanks guys. For noticing/trying anywho.



I just realized... I have to go to school tomorrow. To class. To English. Oh dear, MOAN/DRONE/WHINE/MOPE all over again. Hah, let's make that my goal tomorrow. To totally screw the matter over and move on.

P.S. I should cry. I should curse. I should throw a bigger tantrum. But somehow I can't. I'm just kinda mentally talking myself through this.

Another conclusion: If I ever become mental (Ron Weasley's accent! :D), go find Landshof.

Oh, I forgot! IF you were wondering why I even mope about this, it's because grades make up who I am. As cocky and egotistic as I may sound, that's just my thing. My one goal in school. My only goal. Without my perfect slate, I just kind of lose track of who I am, I guess. It's just kind of new to me. That's all.

Oh well. No more killing myself over it. C'est la vie.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Regarding my grades, my mom just said to me,

You should know that most other parents out there would whoop your butt seeing those scores, like your aunt. But us... you're lucky to have us, you know? I love you and you know we only want the best for you. We cram into your life because you're our only daughter and we love you. Yeah? SO TRY HARDER!
Yeah, that last bit caught me off guard. xD I love y'all too, Mi&Pa.

Haha, I WAS a 4.0 virgin.

Lovely.

Butthead's right. The ones freaking out about grades and "the future" and allathat aren't my parents. It's me.

So, nice knowing you. I enjoyed you while you lasted.
Sigh, I guess this is goodbye.

Maybe one day I'll even come to thank Lambchop for ruining my perfect slate of curricular grades.
Maybe. But sadly, that day ain't today.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Back from Break

Back to the same old routine? Haha, yep.

Back to stalking schoolloop.
Back to moping about grades.
Back to the "best" four years of my life.

Lovely. Just lovely.