20070529

deem me dracula's vamp and let my lifeless corpse take flight into the black darkness.

deem me dracula's vamp,

and let my lifeless decomposed take flight

into the black, black, darkness.





i painted my nails this berry-vampish shade. and boy, do i love them.

until somebody else showed me her fading varnish and insisted that we got the same shade, that is.

bitch, why do i want so much to be different? now, i am pretty bummed that someone else had the same shade of varnish. oh well, everybody takes delight in being special. do not need to tell me otherwise. i know its prefectly normal.





i am having the worst day so far, it's like, i got a ZIT! and an ULCER! DRY SKIN, that itches.

BAD SKIN DAY!

fuck. what is with me and my skin. i have the worst skin ever. maybe it's the retribution of skipping those primrose oil mummy used to make me take. and of course, the lack of the PRESTIGIOUS AND ALL POWERFUL sky juice. i think i should really take those up, with extra doses of fruits and vegetables.




plus, i am having kind of a cold war with baby. i am being pretty mean to him. so, bite. me.





i totally fucked up the microe test yesterday, and i am determined not to fuck any other test, which applies to stats this fri.

on a lighter note, i got 13/25 for my accountings ica! HAHAHAHA! considering how little i studied and how i totally screwed up the balance sheets and whatnot, it is pretty good. for an amateur like me. i didnt even feel sore when the others were (kinda) showing off their 20's and 21's. i was grateful. (:

also, i got 44/(i think) 50 for oral communication. ahh, BLISS. but then, i havent even researched for my ica2's speech. sheesh. busy busy busy.








HEY,

i want to live in an ENCHANTED FOREST with you.

nice, aint it? baby took it from his condo. as charming as the view looks, things aint always what they seem to be. it wasnt the fact that the sun that day was mysteriously special, the smoky effect was created with the mass spraying of insecticide. tsk tsk. like how a red rose always comes with its thorns.




i think i am sick of the smaller font. normal is sexy too.





ta-ta.

xoxo.

a whiff of familiarity triggers memories that surge into my brain; i cry suddenly.

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