philosophy is what you read off the cereal box

Friday, April 13, 2007

it's a screwed up earth. but that's okay. i'm alien.

i was so entirely bored to death, and therefore i went to google my name. which is ridiculous, cuz i can't find myself in anywhere. that proves that. i'm practically non-existent.
oh well, it's not the first time anyway.
four weeks into the second term, and i've skipped four (or is it three? i lost count) econs lectures, and right now, i'm gonna sit here and panic as i stare at my econs notes. i swear, i'm not going to skip anymore lectures. no more. i'm going to be a good girl from now on and so i won't get retribution, so melissa says. :D
anyway, i feel really bad for laughing at a particular person. i really do. i might not like her, but she's actually pretty nice, apart from all the really weird qualities and everything (esp her... uathergl.) i just hope she's not angry about it.

it's hard to know whether to trust and believe, or pretend and lie. not after what she said about you. not after what everyone said about you. your actions speaks a lot louder than your words. and it's almost irritating the life out of me. i tried, you should know, i did. i protected you, but honestly, what do i really get in return. practically next to nothing.
no wonder i'm so scared to know what's really going on in your mind. i wonder why shim took you back.

songofobsession:
nickelback-faraway

spinning a tale ; @ 9:41 pm
hidden agendas and stolen kisses;