I shall disect him. Like a fucking frog.
December 5, 2008I hate my brothers. Specially arman. He should die a very very terrible death.
He doesn’t respect me–or anyone else for that matter. And it sucks that my dad doesn’t care much. I hate him.
I want to fucking kill him.
DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE.
DIE.
>:@
So, on to brighter news.
this past week, there has been minimal learning. due to extended and *note sarcasm* gravely important practice sessions for the presentation for feu moraita.
Fuck that.
My editor in cheif (for school news paper) told me that my articles are due friday. which is today. I have two that I have to write. And I never knew that I was supposed to write for that other one.
I have this old composition (not that old), that I wrote to vent. I still had a copy with me (I printed out tons of it.) and I had nothing to do, so I let my adviser read it. And then after she did she was like, crying! :O Then she hugged me and told me that life is beautiful and that I shouldn’t care what the asses in my life tell me.
:D she’s awesome.
