#shittyshitty

[lindagdraws]

B&w-ing old pencil drawings #shittystyle #deepseabitch #seawitch #seabackpacks #seabikinis #seamystery #seasbabes #shittybabes #shittyshitty #babesbabes ## #book (at Jurassic Park)

[itssylviax]

when you realise that no one gives a shit about you

[pantylion-blog]

fuck

[fraise-impossible]

Things are not improving.

I mean, I thought they were improving, because I was studying like a maniac, but no.  Studying like a maniac was apparently the wrong thing to do.  The test I studied so hard for was designed to have us all fail, and I spent dozens of hours memorizing things that were ultimately of no relevance whatsoever to the test, even though we spent at least 90% of class time covering them.  I also gave up on going to an Eddie Izzard performance that I had already bought tickets for and was thoroughly looking forward to in order to study for this test.  So it cost me a life experience that I would have probably retrospectively enjoyed for a long time (not to mention the price of the ticket, which frankly seems like nothing in comparison to the rest), entire days that I could have devoted to the work that I'm now woefully behind on (and that would have been fantastically more interesting to do anyway), a lot of hours of sleep, proper food, and physical exercise (therefore sanity).  I'm now also sick, as a result of the poor sleep/inadequate food/stress. 

I could use a shoulder to cry on, or even someone to talk to for whom I don't feel the need to put on a brave face, but I haven't even got that.  I'm 1,361 miles away from the closest place I consider home, and I have nobody to call who isn't either thoroughly asleep or who has some serious stake in my academic "progress,"  and who will just assure me that everything will be fine, assuming that I SHOULD sacrifice most good things in my life at the altar of academia.

I persist in failing to understand why in god's name I allowed myself to be talked into coming here and doing this. I knew it was a bad idea from the very beginning, from the very moment I started studying for the GREs, long before I even thought about where to apply, and I kept on with it anyway, and I'm going to keep on with it now.  If that isn't absolutely fucking perverse, I don't know what is.

[captaindamnit]

I need to draw, before I kill myself.

[hayweezy-blog]

Did I ever mention I hate everyone?

Because I do. A lot.

[bizarremind-blog-blog]

mispelled name

hmmm...

I'm starting to think of changing the spelling of my first name since it tends to be misspelled by many. I always return those files with my misspelled name on it. It's GISSELLE, not GISELLE. haha! crap! :D It seems that only my family and closest friends know the correct spelling of my name. :) Even some relatives don't know it. (it sucks right?!)

Another thing, I have a problem with my birth certificate. My middle name has a typographical error. (damn you stupid government official who typed it!!) It's the reason I still can't get a driver's license and a passport. I don't have too much time to attend to it. So many process before I can even get a student's permit. >:| 

arrrgghhh... before i can get those important things, i have to get my birth certificate corrected. It takes 3 months before it gets done. :| How i wish i could just ask someone to do it for me. hahahaha! But mama said i have to do it personally since it's my personal file. 

CRAP! If only that crappy gov't official have checked it many times before this happens, this shouldn't have happened to me in the first place.

[bizarremind-blog-blog]

GM

hhmm.. GM. Group Message. Para sakin ang GM ay para sa mahahalagang bagay lamang. Like announcements, greetings at mga invitations. Hindi ito para ipaalam sa mundo na basag ka na sa inuman, na tumatae ka, na kakagising mo lang, na nakipagbreak sayo bf/gf mo at kailangan mo ng katext every second, at kung ano2 pang mga bagay na wala naman talagang kwenta at walang pakialam ang nakakabasa nito. Ang GM sa text ay hindi blog. Nakakaabala siya pag wala namang kwenta ung sasabihin. Nakakairita ung tipong nfflood na ung cp mo ng messages ng walang kwentang text. 

Matagal na kumukulo dugo ko sa mga mahilig mag-gm. So high school. haha! >:D

so please. SHUT THE FUCK UP!