24 hours…

 

…Here I come

Your Love

Great cover of a Great song (Your love ; The Outfield) by I See Stars, although I do admit Devin sounds a teeny bit gay here haha.

….on a vacation far away

Is where I want to be.

     Going back to college wasn’t really what I expected after 2 weeks, goddamned lecturers are already up in our grills for A2. Yeah, I’m aware A levels isn’t over, but cmon, give us a break will you? We’ve already spent like 10 months preparing for AS, we’d like some time off from that embarrassing excuse of a college which is Taylors.

     I’m srsly spiralling, I’ve only been to like four classes so far this week, and I’ve no interest in going at all. The only reason I go to literature is because I don’t want to leave my group mate all alone, which I did today, sorry Vivian, I’ll make it up to you.

     I woke up at freakin’ 3 pm today, I hate the feeling of a wasted day, I am wasted, I haven’t even taken a shower yet and its 5:31 pm. Even eating is a chore, why am I so lazy? This isn’t me, I’m better than this. The past 2 weeks we’re indeed 2 weeks of no Morals, too much alcohol and tobacco in my system. And I don’t feel very good and responsible about it. Even my eyesight is getting worse cause I’m spending too much time in front of my laptop.

     I’m 19.

19 without a purpose. I need a purpose. I need productivity, a job, a hobby, a band, a holiday, anything.

    Every job I’ve looked at, “1 year experience, degree, diploma” yeah I have all those, in the same field, the field of Nothing….

     I can’t even call myself a Jack Of All Trades as I’m not even good at the “All Trades”

Twitter Celeb? Far from.

Am I a person worth knowing? Not at the moment, I’m easily forgettable.

     I keep wanting wanting wanting, But I’ve received nothing, then again, I haven’t worked for it. I can’t keep leeching off my parents, I’m 19, this is my last teenage year. It’s no wonder my mom treats me like a 14 year old.

If you’ve anything, anything at all that can help me out of this rut, do tell me. I could use all the help I can get.

Want you to know that….

….Damn, this is a song that holds many memories for me, It was one of the first songs I played in a band…

Lyrics ;

Can't you see that I wanna be
there with open arms
It's empty tonight and I'm all alone
Get me through this one
Do you notice I'm gone
Where do you run to so far away

(Chorus)

I want you to know that
I miss you, I miss you so
I want you to know that
I miss you, I miss you so

I'm writing again
These letters to you, aren't much I know
But I'm not sleeping, you're not here
The thought stops my heart
Do you notice I'm gone?
Where do you run to, so far away

(Chorus)

No more looking I’ve found, home

(Chorus)

This post is about 2 days late.

FUHREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDOM…

 

….For now.

 

Word.

Damn you Iphone

Have you guys SEEN this website? It’s Hilarious, I’m giggling like a lil’ Bitch reading it…

             Example of a lil bitch

Anyway, go to http://damnyouautocorrect.com and giggle your pants off.

My personal faves ;

“Hoosegow, was supposed to be w0000t btw”

What not to do

…When about to sit for a 2 hour literature paper that requires you to be alert and writing continuously without breaks ;

• Not get enough sleep/Have minimal sleep (in this case, 1 hour)
• ignore any form of writing practice that may strengthen your hand allowing it to surpass the harsh conditions of a literature paper
• Not have breakfast
• Have sex

*Jk on that last bullet, sex is awesoemz

Unless…

Then…

Anyway, how was my literature paper today? It was alright I guess, except I ask ;

WHY OH WHY DO I ALWAYS GET THE PREGNANCY POEMS???!!

I knew I made the right choice in wearing PINK to the paper today in case I had to channel my inner woman =.=”

“Brian Molko approves of ur inner wiminz”

So there I was, tackling a poem (Rooms By The Sea ; Sujata Bhatt) which basically says ;

“Oh it’s summer now, thinking back to my past holidays in Ocean City, Cape Cod and somewhere I can’t remember, I think I’m ready for a child, I shall go in heat now till my husband gives me a baby heh heh, oh and imma have a ray of light (hope) which cannot be switched of muahahaha”

And then she goes  on the talk about “The Salty Sea Glitter, pounding againt the shores back and forth like nervous fishies fishes” Which can only mean one thing

Semen/Manana/Love Juice/Elixir of Life/God’s Essence/Cum/the Back Up plan

and I’m like…Whut? You serious?

Indeed she was, I think you already know this poem requires some imagination to interpret, let me help you out there,

“Ohai, I iz bored and wants baby, u has salty sea glitterz? I liek salty sea glitter, I iz in heat, omnomnomnom”

yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-no.

Question 2, Jane Eyre, was fairly simpler, all I had to do was talk about what impression Edward Rochester leaves on the readers. However, I believe that question can be answered with a simple picture.

Question : With close reference to the text, what impression does Mr Rochester leave on the reader?

Answer :

“Miss Eyre, draw your chair still a little farther forward: you are yet too far back; I cannot see you without disturbing my position in this comfortable chair, which I have no mind to do"

A picture is worth a thousand words, no?