Says she won't update very often.
Updates the next day.
Story of my life. I'm such a loser. People probably hate me. (Since no one is reading I'm going to blog like this is a blog so yeah. Does that make sense?)
Like yesterday, at Speech I broke to finals (holla) and like it went absolutely terrible. Afterwards, I seriously was just like: that was my worst performance of the day. So I was sitting there talking to some people, who didn't break, and I was just like Yeah, that was terrible. I'll probably get sixth (last).
What do I get?
Third.
I mean I am not complaining, not at all. Holy crappington. (Awkwardly enough this trophy is actually bigger than my second place one from two weeks ago). But people were probably just like she's fishing for compliments. Stupid bitch.
But I'm not. Well, actually in the whole blogging thing I was fishing for comments, but then no one commented and I have a computer and I decided to complain to the internet about how much my life sucks.
*insert teen angst here*
& then there was the whole play thing. I told everyone, even Mr. Theater Teacher, that I would not be trying out cause of my grades. Like literally everyone. & what do I do?
Show up.
Not only did I show up for the audition, but I was a total stage whore. I was up there more than anyone else, I sweareth. It was bad. Like I bet everyone was sitting there like Stupid bitch, you can't even act. Step down.
Peasants. The lot of them.
And then I was talking to a somewhat friend who had auditioned also and she just said, "I love how you weren't even going to audition."
I mean maybe it's just me and the fact that I totally try and make my life into some kind of cheesy teen soap opera just to pretend that it has some semblance of being interesting, but I swear I could detect some salty in her tone.
& so yesterday, this girl who is super hard on herself when she doesn't break was probably just like: I hate you, whore.
So yeah.
I have a problem guys.
I should just stop talking.
Except lol that's not going to happen.
But seriously. I feel like the entire world is just like, "Go away, peasant. No one likes you." So I'm just kind of like not going to speak about how I did at anything anymore.
I have to go do my Bio Project now. It sucks though. Cells. Mehh.
& then I have BPA state this weekend. So pumped. (not even being sarcastic, guys). I'm going to spend money! & then I have another speech comp & then on Sunday, if all goes according to plan, I shall be going to my friends dinner theater thing.
She's singing and dancing.
I like to mooch off of other people's talent and hope their magic dust will rub off on me.
Just kidding. Sort of.
Argh. Says she has to leave is still typing.
Says she hates it when people talk about themselves in the third person, does it anyway.
-___-
Whoa. Kerry is Secretary of State now. Cool.
Erm. I really want to write my new idea about the beginning of UP, but meh. Never have time. This redraft is going to be so cool. You know, if I ever get around to it...
SIIIIIIGH.
I will probs die of stress related causes next year.
But ya know. Whatevah.
Herm. Since none of you care, I'm going to talk about my week.
It's the last week of the quarter and my grade in Biology NEEDS to go up. It's actually going to make me cry. We have a test tomorrow, must study/finish this project/other homework. Same with English.
Then I have yet to rewrite my analysis in my speech. Ain't nobody got time. Lamio. Lamio.
Hey guys, follow me on twitter.
Lol please like you want more useless thoughts from me.
I keep bouncing between 50 and 60 followers because will people will follow me then unfollow me after I follow them. Like don't flatter yourself, hoe, I only followed you cause I felt awkward not following you & I didn't want to have to face the "You didn't follow me back" gaze everyday. & you have dumb tweets anyway.
...
Okay done. Not kidding this time.
Updates the next day.
Story of my life. I'm such a loser. People probably hate me. (Since no one is reading I'm going to blog like this is a blog so yeah. Does that make sense?)
Like yesterday, at Speech I broke to finals (holla) and like it went absolutely terrible. Afterwards, I seriously was just like: that was my worst performance of the day. So I was sitting there talking to some people, who didn't break, and I was just like Yeah, that was terrible. I'll probably get sixth (last).
What do I get?
Third.
I mean I am not complaining, not at all. Holy crappington. (Awkwardly enough this trophy is actually bigger than my second place one from two weeks ago). But people were probably just like she's fishing for compliments. Stupid bitch.
But I'm not. Well, actually in the whole blogging thing I was fishing for comments, but then no one commented and I have a computer and I decided to complain to the internet about how much my life sucks.
*insert teen angst here*
& then there was the whole play thing. I told everyone, even Mr. Theater Teacher, that I would not be trying out cause of my grades. Like literally everyone. & what do I do?
Show up.
Not only did I show up for the audition, but I was a total stage whore. I was up there more than anyone else, I sweareth. It was bad. Like I bet everyone was sitting there like Stupid bitch, you can't even act. Step down.
Peasants. The lot of them.
And then I was talking to a somewhat friend who had auditioned also and she just said, "I love how you weren't even going to audition."
I mean maybe it's just me and the fact that I totally try and make my life into some kind of cheesy teen soap opera just to pretend that it has some semblance of being interesting, but I swear I could detect some salty in her tone.
& so yesterday, this girl who is super hard on herself when she doesn't break was probably just like: I hate you, whore.
So yeah.
I have a problem guys.
I should just stop talking.
Except lol that's not going to happen.
But seriously. I feel like the entire world is just like, "Go away, peasant. No one likes you." So I'm just kind of like not going to speak about how I did at anything anymore.
I have to go do my Bio Project now. It sucks though. Cells. Mehh.
& then I have BPA state this weekend. So pumped. (not even being sarcastic, guys). I'm going to spend money! & then I have another speech comp & then on Sunday, if all goes according to plan, I shall be going to my friends dinner theater thing.
She's singing and dancing.
I like to mooch off of other people's talent and hope their magic dust will rub off on me.
Just kidding. Sort of.
Argh. Says she has to leave is still typing.
Says she hates it when people talk about themselves in the third person, does it anyway.
-___-
Whoa. Kerry is Secretary of State now. Cool.
Erm. I really want to write my new idea about the beginning of UP, but meh. Never have time. This redraft is going to be so cool. You know, if I ever get around to it...
SIIIIIIGH.
I will probs die of stress related causes next year.
But ya know. Whatevah.
Herm. Since none of you care, I'm going to talk about my week.
It's the last week of the quarter and my grade in Biology NEEDS to go up. It's actually going to make me cry. We have a test tomorrow, must study/finish this project/other homework. Same with English.
Then I have yet to rewrite my analysis in my speech. Ain't nobody got time. Lamio. Lamio.
Hey guys, follow me on twitter.
Lol please like you want more useless thoughts from me.
I keep bouncing between 50 and 60 followers because will people will follow me then unfollow me after I follow them. Like don't flatter yourself, hoe, I only followed you cause I felt awkward not following you & I didn't want to have to face the "You didn't follow me back" gaze everyday. & you have dumb tweets anyway.
...
Okay done. Not kidding this time.
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