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Thursday, 29 October 2009

  • I guess having good looks can be used to my advantage. I'm not in any way trying to sound fucking cocky, cause please slap me if ever I was. So I have a professor who's hella lenient with me, why? I guess cause of my looks, I mean, I see him shamelessly checking me out in class. And picture this, he's a short, stubby scottish man with white hair. I was supposed to receive a poor grade for my first exam cause to be quite honest, I bullshitted my way through with that test and talked out of my ass when writing my 2 essays. Anyhow, today I get my paper back from him, I've spent hours on this paper and he was so misleading when he said not to use too many citations from the book. I've used one, and seriously I got a fucking C for the paper. I was talking to my other classmates and they must've used a few citations as well, but they managed to get a 0 for the paper. So I'm discussing my paper with him after class and he puts me on the spot saying oh yeah other kids in the class received a 0 and you skimmed by, and I get the vibe that he wants me to like get on my fucking knees, thank him and give him a blow job while at it. I was thinking are you fucking kidding me?! But I just uttered out the words "thank you" and gave him what he wanted to hear, a "I'm forever grateful" flash a smile and leave. Seriously I feel like I'm really busting my ass for no reason. I want to be acknowledged by my hard work and dedication, not by my looks. To contradict myself, if I'm really struggling in a class I will count on my looks and puppy faces to pass. But seriously, what the fuck! I know I should probably be flattered but I'm hella fucking offended.

    Anyhow Halloweens around the corner and I've got no idea what to be. I guess I'm just gonna throw some shit together and look like a glorified slut. I'm gonna make mom proud. But that's the cardinal rule of Halloween, no? It's the one day of the year girls can dress like skanks and not be criticized about it. I learned this from watching Mean Girls. haha

    So my mom has been avoiding me and keeping her secrets under wraps. Why? I don't even know and I come home so late from school that I never have time to talk to her, and during the weekends I'm at a local starbucks reading and writing papers. I've even caught shit from my friends saying how I'm selfish and I'm never there for them because of the fact I stay in to do my homework. I don't think anybody understands where I'm coming from and most of the time as I'm working on my school work I get guilt tripped. So I ditch my school work, and it's fucking biting me in the ass now cause I STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT A TRANSFORMER IS! FUCK! LOL!

Wednesday, 21 October 2009

  • Currently
    Some People Have Real Problems
    By Sia
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    What is this?

    Feeling stressed up in my chest, pretty restless. The next is seeing how big this mess is.

    Doctor's need to stop playing 'Guess' with my mother, and actually do something to try to help her. Diagnosing her with medicine that does nothing for her. She's numb and dazed one week, then the next few weeks its asthma? Are you fucking kidding me? Now lab results show that they found something in her, and all I can do is wait. I'm smoking one cigarette after another. I can't talk to my friends right, everything I say is in jumbles and I rhyme. It's just this weird thing I do when I'm highly upset. I rhyme a whole lot.

    I have class tomorrow, and lately I've been facing so much trouble with sleep. Frankly I think it's a waste of time but I can't do with these bags under my eyes. I get by with less than 5 hours of sleep and endure long painful days watching time pass by. I'm trying to get some work done but I can't even begin to understand how these transformers work. I'm speaking of my electricity class, it's sort of an engineering class, which is HIIILLLLARRRIIOUUUS cause I'm majoring in theater. Yeahhh, what the fuck. I mean if we were speaking of TRANSFORMERS, ROBOTS IN DISGUISE... I would've done aceeeeddd that class! Holler!!

    I think I might also be suffering from on the spot pressure. Is there such thing? I mean, every time I'm in class, if I have to take a test or write a short essay, I get caught up in my words that I sound like a child. A really retarded child. Which is funny cause usually I wing everything and I work so well under pressure. Maybe it's the fact this time around I'm really afraid of failure so I'm being 100x harder on myself to be precise, but that's not working out well. *stinkface

    I've just gotten out of a abusive relationship. To be honest, I've dated him because I've always wondered what it'd be like to date a fob. It's on my list of "The Types Of Guys I'd Like To Date". I mean he was okay, but I realized this isn't gonna be the man for me, so I let him go, then came the threats so that's what made me keep going back. But then I just realized I can't take this shit, so one night I let him know I'm walking out for good and this dude physically hurts me. Eventually he calmed down, we talked it out, didn't really get anywhere. Hey, I'm bruised but still in one piece and moving the FUCK on with my life.


    Anyhow, I think it's about time I toss and turn until I finally sleep, then wake up thinking "why the fuck didn't I go to sleep earlier?!". TOODLES!

Tuesday, 05 May 2009

  • Nice one assholes!

    The weathers terrible here, rain all week! There's nothing to do but stay in and NomNomNom*. Anyhow, I was chit chattering with my friends and we got to talking about personal ads on Craig's list, and just laughing. I get off on peoples desperation. Anyhow, I'm browsing through that and I see an AD with MY FACE on it!! And there's a paragraph about me that was copy and pasted from some of the entries I've wrote about myself here, and some other things that I've said. AND it was on the w4w section. I KNEW IT WAS MY FRIENDS! AND ha ha ha! Very funny guys. They made up a email for people to contact me and they forwarded some emails of like big black girls that say they wanna suck my pussy, and they have no shame sending nudie pics of themselves. I was just grossed out! UGHHH. I'm getting the shivers thinking about it.





    I'm camera less and I really want to get into photography. I need to invest in a camera but it's pretty rough with no income at the moment. I'm applying to jobs everyday and just waiting for callbacks. Wish me luck, cause I need all that I can get. If I could, I'd totally be a repo woman! That job sounds hella fun.

Thursday, 30 April 2009

  • WRONG!

    I don't know about you, but I still think Depeche Mode is DAH-OPE with their song "Wrong"! Check em out.





    I got a light skinned friend look like Micheal Jackson, but sadly I don't anymore. It's cool cause I'm over it. I really don't have time to waste with people who are unreliable, & fucks you over more than once. On another note, I bridged a minor void with a dear old friend who I see as my little brotherman. We stopped talking for a bit, and BOY was that awkward. We would turn up at gatherings and I'd want to tell him so much, but then again I was mad and really I had nothing to be mad about. It was dumb and I'm glad we're past that cause I really missed him.




    Anyhow, I'm suffering from this sunburn on my face. Really, I can't focus on much of anything because I'm just fixated on the burn and how puffy my face is. It's terrible! I've googled how to make it better and it's ridiculous I'm putting tea on my face. Tomorrow I'm gonna make a run to the supermarket for yogurt and slather it on. Hey, it doesn't hurt to try.


    I don't know why, but lately my tolerance for ignorance has just went down and every time someone ignorant says something stupid, "state of the obvious" kind of shit, I would be sarcastic and being the dumbass that they are, they can't distinguish whether or not I'm joking. I was at the beach a few days ago and seriously, the beach for me is all the way on the other side of brooklyn, so I take a bus and that's roughly 1+ hour ride. Anyway, here's the text between me the doode.

    Me- I'm stuck on this bus for 1+ hour. Ahhh
    person- Omg...Walk home...Lol...Get tanned some more...
    Me- Yeeeahhh, good idea. Let me get off the bus now.
    person- Damn u gonna walk???
    Me- Yeahh I'm gonna do it, walk from Brighton to my house. I'll be home in 5-6 hours.
    person- Damn that's mad far..lol
    Me- I'm only kidding.

    I know, I feel mean cause he's my friend and all, but really come on!! It seems like he's playing along, but well, he really isn't.


Monday, 13 April 2009

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    The Beatles - Across The Universe [15 Rare EP CD Collection] [Various Import] [singles]
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    Nothings gonna change my world

    In life, you're bound to do things you'd regret. One of the top things that come to mind would be a tattoo. In some ways I regret all my tattoos, but hey! at least I didn't get anyone's initials inked on me...

    WRONG!

    Unfortunetly I did. I wish I could say I was shit housed drunk and I was given couple millions to do so. But, no I was completely sober. It was some fingers of years ago, 'spur of the moment' kind of thing. Anyway I have the initials 'GTS' inked on my wrist, it stands for Gina,Tina,Sam, but now I tell people it stands for Gangster True Story, and the 5 stars behind my ear are the number of people I've killed. Plays together really well, no?
    Anyway, that tattoo was to symbolize our friendship.There's not much of that friendship going on anymore, so it defeats the purpose. I don't know whether I should keep it for it's memories or just cover it and start my sleeves. Then again momma says it's bad for business to get sleeves, and I really don't like reflecting back on memories. So I'm at a standstill, any suggestions?


    Lucky I didn't get this!