Technically... i got in it's pants?
This week's been a little insane.
Who knew you have to write so freakin much for art class? This is LITERALLY how much homework i have (it doesn't look like much Live, but that's only because it's mostly on my laptop):
I don't understand, how they expect us to work so much when we're works in progress. Seriously, i barely know who *I* am, let alone the square root of pie! I should come with a warning sign. I swear.
and...and...and....I HAVE SO MUCH WORK ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY AND OMIGOD I REALLY JUST NEED A VACATION AND ITS NOT NORMAL FOR YOUR RIBCAGE TO HURT AFTER YOU DO SIT UPS IS IT? AND... little brothers are AWESOME. I've kinda always wanted a venus flytrap like Queen's brother.
I'm going to go cry in a corner now instead of doing my work. because i really can't deal right now. kbye. o.O
Giggles.
Ps. I know this was probaly the saddest thing evar.
pps. I went to a little kids birthday party last night. I kinda just sat there because we were related and then i had to be all, yaay, you're 6! What a big girl! even though *I* don't even think i'm old enough to operate my own brain let alone tell people that they're big girls. what does that even mean? You're such a big girl, go lose some weight? or like... you're such a big girl, go party hard!
I need intensive psychotherapy. I think i'll go now.
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