Approximately 6 hours to the start of term 4. Dreading it. Hello void of social life, endless tuition and revision revision revision. I wonder if my parents realize they have not signed my failboat of a report book.
Too much gold on one Youtube channel. Click play! Do it! Do not be misled by LisaNova's cleavage.
And go check out the 7 Things parody too, it's hilarious :D AND HONESTLY, OH MY GOD. WHERE THE HELL IS EVERYONE GETTING THOSE DAMN CARDBOARD HANNAH MONTANAS? I am going to cut a bitch.
My I-wish-I-was-half-assed-to-do list: 1) Colour code my wardrobe 2) Exercise 3) Trigonometry homework 4) Coursework sketches 5) Get off the computer 6) Write some shitty ass poetry
Oh and I took out the tagboard because it looked annoying and that ugly-ass Facebook badge which I only put because I was too lazy to write a proper introbioprofilewhatever. Use the comments please thank you :D
The fear that you would finally see me; the world could finally see through me...
What else can I do but put my heart in an envelope and seal it (never to send it) forever.
Daisy by Marc Jacobs. WANT WANT WANT. *Adds to list that already includes a motherload of shit like Doc Martens and a whole lot of lamé*
Am very addicted to the first three songs off CIWWAFFLES' Rotation (not to be confused with rotating à la a certain duo of very promiscuous brazilians). I do not resent Shaant that much after all. And I hereby proclaim a resounding WOOOOOOOOT to welcome the return of Gossip Girl.
I have nothing to wear for Thursday and I am bombarded with homework, but I feel better already :)
And Nate can just gtfo the show, the little taitai whore. I cannot imagine myself at 40+ years old having a relationship with a teenage boytoy. At this point I would say "Beware! Cougar" if only the song didn't suck.
