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wow. so much for philo bomb paper. maybe i can pray for mid terms and finals.
awwww eff. philo profs, and that hot prof in ab psych… um.. make me damn damn damn nervous about doing well.. cough*hottie*cough

Excuses I make (so that you’ll know when something’s up with me)
(sometimes a combination)

  • I’m ill
  • My grandparent is ill
  • Family incident = flying overseas
  • I have lessons
  • I have another cca commitment
  • My parents make it a rule for me to be home early
  • I have piano lessons
  • I’ve got a medical appointment

    BEST
  • My brother is only home for the weekend, so I really really can’t go out D:
    (oh that line between lies and reality…)
  • =the rest of the article is just boring skippable stuff=

    laterz.

i lied :D

(but only cus i think only the really interested ones will read on, that, or the damn bored ones!)

And in OTHER news …
(edit: was about to say *because i can have bitchy scorn for people* but then i thought a few seconds and realise.. nah. not what i wanted to say. … ok. because i highly disapprove, think it laughable and tragic, and am very uncomfortable and scornful… something like that..)

ok. omg who the fuck is hayley??? D: it’s effing freaky to see someone you see all the time at school and now with er… copious amount of makeup or PHOTOSHOP on their photos on their blog. I mean.. a little bit is fine… but.. CMON. I don’t even bleeding recognise that face!!! And I’ve seen my mom on her gala nights!! :O

SERIOUSLY!!! i am very … *for lack of better word*…. ok whatever. i am disgusted. fake face, fake name, fake … profile. weak character.

ok stop it viv, you’re being an arse. “But…”

.. yeah it’s true. i’m being a horribly bitchy person. but let me whine.

  • i hate when she asked for my quiz score on the first day
  • i hate when she used lofty obligations to responsibilities, as though she didn’t know i won’t buy that
  • i hate when she blames me
  • i hate when she used to talk about how she didn’t study half as hard for logic, and still miraculously got an A (big fucking flippin do)
  • i hate when she makes use of me to summarise things for her
  • i hate when she makes random comments to me while the prof is talking, as though i need to confirm whatever she is saying
  • i hate when she says she sucks at philo (and given her recent inattentiveness in class, er… the prof might think so)
  • i hate when the prof thinks i’m good friends with her, and when im asked next to answer something she couldn’t answer (then again wtf i like my profs)
  • …

and well you know. the whole WHO THE FUCKING HELL IS HAYLEY thing…

…

*sigh* just a tiny speck who doesn’t cause me much trouble except to invoke certain reactions in me that appear as somewhat immoral and cause worry for me a lot and that leads to me feeling guilty and shit. …

ds gave me some great advice before. it involves staying the eff away from her. and i KNOW .. i know it too… the problem is… I DON’T HANG OUT WITH HER AT ALL!. but yes. she’s still D:

…. well then. rant over. feel free to cast your judgments or whatever. but hey, at least i don’t write fake crap and post fake photos (nor real photos HAHAHAHA) and do..er.. well… whatever. …. D:

GOD i feel guilty. *mews*

Point of interest: One thing I notice is that after EVERY philo class, while walking about, i WILL miaow randomly… probably clutching a jacket or book meanwhile. I think it’s cus there’s too much stuff in my head and i get so anxious about speaking a lil after class to my profs until… omg! what if i let them down!!! *headdesks*…. so… .yea. it’s just a random point and it’s 235am so i can write whatever shit i want after 1 week of horrible HORRIBLE crap in school.. but i actually think.. if there’s any saving grace or ‘cuteness’ in me (omg wth no), i … i actually think that insofar as cute actions can even be consistently classified as a class… i might actually sorta… er.. do… weird things which some other weird people think are cute. These include my head tilts (o yeah, there’re still around damn, and often enough to hear people talk.), pawing at my face (>.<) and you know.. high pitchy and nervous and scared. THAAAT kind. >.>

uuuuggggghhhh.

what the fish ever. best go to bed so that ray can wake me up and wow tmr.

*slaps self for making ray stay awake in vain just now*

*breaths sigh of immense relief that recess week is here*

*and say THANK YA to the..eh… not..tooo… baaaad… smses. *cough*

Z.z.z….

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