After looking eveyrwhere for my precious glasses, my little brother finally found it yesterday!
Now I feel like stupid a pig.
THIS HAS BEEN A FUCKIN BAD WEEK...THINGS WENT WRONG..THEY WERE LITTLE THINGS BUT THEY WASTED A BIG CHUNK OF MY TIME, WHEN I'M SUPPOSED TO BE FINISHING UP MY ESSAYS...
I SWEAR..I FEEL LIKE SCREAMING...
SO I LOST MY GLAS…
I am bored so I'm going to translate these French poems. Enjoy!
Je suis ennuyeuse donc je vais transduire les poemes francais. Amusez-vous bien!
This poem is written by Paul Verlaine.
Ce poeme a ecrit chez Paul Verla…
The faces above indicate my emotional state...
Gosh, I just screwed up on one of my journalism stories...How the hell am I going to explain to my editors..
The president of the college hates me..He thinks I'm an imma…
I hate whining..really I hate whining..
But I am now going to have my random outburst
College is fine
During break time, I walked under a pine tree and this huge pine cone fell on my head...
Everyone, even Mothe…