Some people just get you so fracking mad!!! Well, happily, I don't have to deal with you moronically moronic moron untill next year. So, finals, eh? Eh? Fun, right? Notice the the sarchasm dripping from every syllable. (And yes, it is pronounced as such. Why use "sarcasm" when you can go above and beyond and upwards around a couple supernovas and cosmic bodies before loop-de-looping a galaxy with "sarchasm"?)
Anxiety attacks aren't fun at all. Thank you Biology, for being the reason it's genetically encoded within me to freak out when you show your true ugly nature. (See what I did there? Biology? Genetic encoding? Eh? Eh? Oh, never mind....) Actually, I do horribly whenever standardized testing is involved. In class it's like BRAINS BRAINS BRAINSBRAINSBRAINSSUPERNOVAINTELLIGENCEKA-POWWOOOOOOOOO!!!!! But when finals roll around it's more like ............eep........AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *Hyperventilation* Yeah. All those H's ^^^ Started going off into infinity. I thought I would never get back to the last word...Gurl, I almost needed a GPS. Scary stuff.
Carly Rae Jepsen just sang "If you cut a piece of guitar string, I will wear it like it's a wedding ring." GURL. PLEASE. Settle for a man that wants to give you diamonds, not the castoffs from his lame 30 year old boy band that continues to meet up in his mom's basement and break instruments in a fit of pure nerd rage when SOMEONE loses Call of Duty. Again. You deserve better. I mean, you are Canadian after all. Canada must hate us...we take all their talented peeps and seduce them with the American lifestyle and they stay and forget all about their home country. Oh wait.....we took Justin Bieber. Never mind. Canada prolly loves us. You owe us big time, Canada, for taking that inferior scum from you and your maple syrup farms. Big time.
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