The Ripped Soul

Someone help me..

I think I'm going crazy. That freak's driving me insane. And it got SO bad today, that honestly - I felt like committing suicide. Thank God for friends like that big giant and that dumbfish.

You know what's the freakiest part about everything?

I'm like, ignoring him right? BUT HES SO DAMN FREAKY. Wherever I go, he'll be there. And whenever he's around, I ALWAYS FEEL HIS STARE.

Then I'd go ask my girlfriends whether or not he's REALLY staring or I'm just being paranoid..

HES REALLY STARING.

Whenever I have MTL classes, I don't have to go for it - well, congratulations jess, he doesn't need to go for em either. AND WHEREVER I GO, he will always walk past with his big bag. AND HE WILL SIDE-STARE!

And another piece of bad news - nightclinic... now my lessons are all gonna end at evening to night time. AWESOME RIGHT. Wah. And I thought I could sail through this one month like hitching a ride on some smartasses' yacht. I hate supplementary lessons. Dammit.

RAHHHHH! Why did I listen to Chris and come back.. why? WHYYYY!!!! I should have never returned! I should have taken that fucken 'n' level slip and just disappeared from the face of the earth.

My God, what have I gotten myself into...

3 months more to Christmas.
3 months more to freedom.
3 months more away from that insane school.
3 months away from freaks like him who scare people so much they feel like dying.
3 more months to a safeguarding hole.
3 more months to slogging my ass off.
3 more months to getting that damned new PSP.
3 more months to 2 new members of the family.
3 more months to chilling out without worrying about the buckeroos in the walleto.
3 more months to playing adhoc games and surfing tha net @ Mac's and playing NFSUR, TRL, EXIT, LOCOROCO, and the best game of all time - Lego SWII: The original trilogy.

Rah. 3 more months to everything. DAMNIT.

On a happier note..

I found out that I failed English paper 2, DAMN BADLY. It was that damn compre section on somestupidEEL.

BUT, ladies and gentlemen... I still managed to get that B3.

Why?

Because of THE essay. (:

Thank God for giving me such an imaginative mind...

And you know why this makes me happy? Cos THATS ALL THERE IS TO IT. Can you imagine if I passed my compre?! IT'D HAVE BEEN A1 STRAIGHTUP, baby!

Sigh... A1.. Grrrrrr. 3 more frickin months.. Someone do a countdown...