I desperately do not want to be last

It passes.

Day by day by day by day.

Every time, someone gets chosen. It isn't me. When I'm ready, I don't get picked. When I'm not ready, I don't get picked anyway.

I desperately do not want to be the last presentor on stage.

math hates me

I just got a paper cut from my Maths L.I.F.E.P.A.C book today.

Math hates me.

what the heck

This was sent by someone to The Reader's Digest February 'o9.

"As another year rolls in," read an advertisement,"we would like to offer our best wishes to all who have given us reason to celebrate."

It was signed "Gunter's Funeral Home".

complaints

My eyes hurt.

I might not have put enough in my essay.

I feel like I'm doomed.

I don't like this.

I don't have this.

I can't stop.

Complaining.

:)

WOOHOO!

After days of procrastinating, I finally,finally finished my essay.

The "what's life about in your opinion" 5-page essay.

All in one day!


God. I hope I got the topic right. Or else Sher-Mayne will murder me. And I really don't want that to happen again.

So yeah. Happy Holidays!

egg (Click to enlarge)

aaaaaaaarrgh

I found something that really pissed me off.

AAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!

still pissed.

But that was the second time I went there!

Ha.

If you want to find out, press this- xP

Have fun!