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Tuesday, February 3, 2009

I'm currently sneaking this blog post in because I technically only have 5 minutes left of "computer freedom" as I like to call it. Yes, that basically means I'm depriving myself of what makes me a happy child. No, it's not because I'm turning emo and shit, but it's because school's a bitch. You all know it's true. But what can we do, it's fcking mandatory if you want a good life. Do I want a good life? Yes, I do. But at this rate, I'll soon be saying "Screw life. I just want to get out." I'm on the brink of that anyway.

So I have a monologue to present tomorrow and I don't know how the hell I should present it. Should I be happy? Bitchy? Mad? Sad? I don't know!

tu es une chienne. [9:58 PM]




et moi?

Photobucket What's there to know?
fressssshy
Asian-Canadian.
I believe in the importance of profanity.

heureuse

Me? Happy? Depends on how you define happy.
Happy children creep me out..

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