I'm in class, well Uni. Same thing. We're all doing Trial Balances and I'm all like.. Zzz..
So yes.

D got his full today. Yay for him.
I got my full before him though. >:D

I want a BBQBDCCU. <-@simon.
Hahaha. :]

@chris - YOU DITCHED ME. :0
ohwell.
i love you. <3
eventhoughyouditchedmeforwow.
-sulkface on-

I got a C- on a business report, which is pretty much a fail. Almost.
Only JUST passed.

Mom's gonna kill me.
I need at least a B+ or a B average to get into the course I want next year - well major.
I wanna do an Accounting major :\
If I can't then I might just give up and do something super bum. Like go to a bartending school. OMG KEEN.
Then I can work at a bar and get free alcohol. And get my friends free alcohol too.
Not that I drink much, anyway.

1hour til I can leave.
I'm pretty keen for some food now.
Eggs and Greer are gonna meet me at 5 for some fun times. Kidding. <_>
They wanan see me.
Yes, wanan.

I saw the video clip for "Who's Your Daddy" by Benny Benassi in Pauanui. Although I like the beat/bass, the clip is dirty D:
Ew poo brown colour.
It's like, porn but with clothes on.
I bet you're gonna go look at it now, huh.
GOSH.
Well if you do, I like the grey bikini/one piece. Get it for me. =D

I'm gonna try to blog more often.
[although now that I say that I probably won't. Oh well. =D]

Obsessed With You - The Orion Experience: FUNNY SONG. Ish.
I like it.
Even though it's nothing like my type of music.
Thanks, Jam, for telling me about it.

IS SO BORED.
My piercings are pissing me off.
I can't sleep properly cause I usually sleep on the side. Since BOTH sides are newly pierced [lol at that term] I can't sleep on either.
x______x
So I sleep on my back.
Which is impossible for me, unless I'm really exhausted.

And I'm actually training tonight.
*gasp*
And then after I'm probably gonna be like 2kg lighter.
And then 2kg more lighter the next day.
YES, MORE LIGHTER.

I want a frozen coke.
Cravings.





Emosong.
Small simple safe price,
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.
And I am not afraid to die;
I'm not afraid to bleed and fuck and fight,
I want the pain of payment.
What's left, but a section of pygmy sized cuts.
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
To fill and spill over and under my thoughts.
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter.
I'm cutting trying to picture your black, broken heart.
Love is not like anything,
Especially a fucking knife.

I actually genuinely like it.

Ew it was raining today.
I hate rain.
It's wet.
x_x

And I have run out of things to bitch about.
Yayy.


<3christaa.

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