What are you thinking?

What happened?

 

This is hell. I'm listening to this 'entrepreneur' talking about how he started his career at eleven selling stuff he stole from his parents, and if we're very dedicated and have no morals we can make as much money as he has. This guy is supposed to be a fucking inspirational speaker. If this is the kind of inspiration people get, then no wonder the world is shit.

 

I'm terribly sick…I was vommiting last night I have headaches and on top of it all a nasty cough…I'm here at school today anyway…this is the week grade books close and I can't miss a single day :tears:

 

Do Mogwais smell bad?

I know, according to the Gremlins universe, if you get them wet they multiply. But if that's the case, how do they even drink fluids? Better yet, what happens if a Mogwai gets a trickle of urine on their leg, when relieving themselves -- do they reproduce?

 

Thank you, sir, thank you. Your speech has renewed my commitment to destroy everything you stand for.

 

I have lost hope.
I am panicking.
Over the smallest fucking thing.

I lost my PE kit on Monday, I can't find it.
This is shit.
And the biggest problem is that next Monday, I have PE and will be forced to wear those shitty spare kits and that is, for certain, going to make me feel horrible and awful. I know for a fact it will. They're not clean, and I can't deal with that. I've checked lost property and it wasn't there, I checked the other classrooms and it wasn't there. Plus, my only pair of trainers are in there, so now I have to wear my school shoes at the weekend, if I go out at all.

I'm just. Panicking. I don't know what to do.

 

You know what I hate about Christmas?
Being forced into spending my money on buying pointless shit for people I don't like, when I'd rather just not take part, not have to give anything to anyone don't like and not receive anything either. This person does not deserve a gift, they are not nice to me, I do not want to buy them anything, and yet I have to.

 

You don't have to.

 

I do for this person.
At my age.
With this other person forcing me.

 

No, you don't.

Not at your age, not at any age.
If you're THIS apalled, you make a stand or stop complaining.

 

I know I am old enough to have memory of places that have long since vanished, but is it really necessary for people to go back decades? o,o

So when are we meeting up?(hopefully your current status is up by then)

 

My dad just came home with my sleeping medicine, after a week of not taking them. The relief I'm feeling is overwhelming.



Seriously, my eyes began to tear up when I held the can in my hand.

 

Hypotension is fun...

On a side note, at least my mind is too scrambled right now to think about stuff.

 

Bloody hell, why can't I just punch a wall in peace without hurting myself? Keep in mind this is through boxing gloves, thick ones too. I suppose my punches are quite powerful...

 

Now, would it really be that satisfying if you didn't feel some pain? :lol:

 

I really am not liking my mom :dry:

 

Mm... come spar with me, honey. I can take a hit or two, and it'd be nice to see what you've got.

=P

 

Gender.... Meh.

 

Very tempting.