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Asscreed is pretty cool and all, but I feel like this game is really boring. I mean, I know the second one is good, but I will not allow myself to play it without having finished this one, but at this rate its gonna be forever. I’m seriously doing one mission a day and I don’t even know what my missions are. Man I should just go play tf2, maybe someone will wanna play it me….I hope no one’s angry at me. I’ve had that feeling all day and its noot a good one, but I’m probably over thinking. What do I even talk to with people? Aw man, fuck this, I’m gonna jump off this building in ass creed and just blast though this game. Get my mind of things and beat this game and play the rest. Oh fuck where’s the hay stack?

fuck this wind is really string it sounds like satan is farting into my doors what is going on i ownder if we chab chocholate i really hungry i want more cheese though hahahaha ireally like this epidoste of scrubs mwarry me doctor ecox

SOMEONE PLEASE STAB ME IN THE UTERUS SERIOUSLY ILL PAY YOU TO DISEMBOWEL ME IM NOT EVEN KIDDING Jesus christ I absolutely hate this body

Oh god I don’t know what I’m going to do I didn’t even see what other people wrote I just hit reblog and was all “Well shit, better get ready.” Aw man I’m so awkward this is dumb. 

Oh my eyelids are tingling either that means I’m really tired or I just got water in my eye from the shower I say the second since I don’t feel tired but damn I could use some sleep.

I really ought to be doing my english paper right now. I don’t want to though because it’s fucking stupid and I hate it. I mean, if I cared about the damn thing I might be putting more effort into it. Considering I’ve been putting it off for days now I really ought to do it. It’s due in two hours. Oh fuck. I just really don’t want to do it. I want to read smut and go to sleep. That’s all. That’s all i want.

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Welp. You were the one to stop texting me. Taylor swift white horse makes me think of you. and I hate that. Because I really liked that song. You ruined it for me. I really thought you had changed and welp whatever. because I really need to stop thinking of you. because I have an amazing boyfriend and I dont need you around. Really. You. Are. A. Confusing. Jerk. So whatever.

Sometimes I wonder if people really like me? I mean, how could they. I’m just a freak. I’m not pretty, I’m really short, my hair is untame-able, my eyesight is awful, I’m awful at playing the saxophone, I can’t seem to learn Japanese for shit, I can’t even fucking convert simple metric measurements without fucking something up for this stupid radish experiment for science, I lack common sense, I obsess over things way too fucking much and I’m just a freak. A simple, annoying, teenage freak who knows NOTHING. I just.. I wonder what people say behind my back. They probably make fun of me all the time. All the time. I could see why. I’m just too… different. I hate it.

I can’t let you do that Star Fox.

Why can’t Young Adult fiction authors make smart main characters for once I dont even know anymore. “OH THIS BOY IS HOT LOVE OF MY LIVE.” Jesus Christ.

THAT STATEMENT ABOVE ME IS ABSOLUTE TRUTH. MY GOD. THERE SHOULD JUST BE A PLAQUE. THAT READS “‘Why can’t Young Adult fiction authors make smart main characters for once I dont even know anymore. “OH THIS BOY IS HOT LOVE OF MY LIVE.” Jesus Christ.’ -Nastassja” and every year people make a pilgrimage to the plaque and weep tears of YA frustration

I should be studying for exams but instead I’m on tumblr doing this stupid thing; I wrote a fic last night, and I’m proud of it, for once, because the writing style was so jarringly different from what I usually do, and Christ this song that just came on my iPod is amazing but obviously it is because it’s by the Decemberists and they’re always amazing and all the grain of Babylon, with all the grain of Babylon, with all the grain of Babylon, with all the grain of Babylon, with all the grain of Babylon, with all the grain of Babylon, with all the grain of Babylon, with all the grain of Babylon, with all the grain of Babylon…

Yes, I typed that as I heard it, and yes, there were that many.

I really need to be studying. Shit. Ugh. Rawr. 

So here I am rocking like a hurricane. Yes I know that’s song lyrics but what can I say they came to me while in a dream. Well no not really, they came to me by typing but yeah who cares. Here I am sitting half naked on my own in the dim light thinking about my original character Vinter and oh how he’ll be awesome but then I realize I’m also in pain from my three first OCs Vincent, Florence and Ravier who were my first so-called children and they’ve all been seemingly forgotten by time but no they exist in daddy’s heart, daddy being me of course. And it’s depressing how they all had such sad endings because really I was expecting great things from Ravier and having Vincent patch things up with Michelle but oh no and now my eyelids are droopy and I am sleepy and Nicole and Chantelle seem to be waiting for a reply from me on Facebook but oh I don’t know I just want to talk to Polly right now oh bless that girl so beautiful and lovely and all my emotions are awhirl now and yeah it seems awhirl is not even a valid word because it has a red underline beneath it which sucks balls but who cares my emotions are awhirl so fuck you grammar and spelling even though I’m taking care here not to misspell anything wrong and oh dear lord Mass Effect 3 I can’t contain myself not to mention we start RPing officially tomorrow because Sam is gonna start writing and gonna is also underlined red fuck you grammar fuck you. But no I don’t want to fuck grammar because that would be just weird. No. Sex is good. Is sex good, I don’t know. Never tried, I need a volunteer I think. For science! Experimentation! Nah I don’t know so I’m just going to end it before I start talking about sex. Oops too late. Okay bye.

I should really be doing something productive like looking for a new job because my current one is shit with shit pay and yes my co-workers are nice and everything but my boss can be a bitch and the actual company ask way too much of us if I’m perfectly honest but no here I am watching Korean variety shows with English subtitles while actually trying to learn Korean. And while people do say that knowing a second language is always handy, how exactly do I plan on using this new language once I’ve learned it? To understand KPOP and Korean variety shows and you yell at my family in another language. I hate it when people say “get a life” because I’m like “I already have one it’s just not one you approve of” but in this case I really do need to get one and by that i mean a life and I keep seeing “Chantelle” everywhere suddenly for some unknown reason and I’m like “WHO’S TALKING ABOUT ME” and then I realise it’s not me they’re talking about but I’ve only known of one other Chantelle so it’s really surprising when I see it and I’m really hot because the iron’s on and some idiot put the hearing on and I’m supposed to be ironing but I keep taking breaks to watch variety shows and practice the Korean alphabet and omg why am I so lame. I wish my brother would stop asking me to help him kill the baddies on Spyro because the whole point is that you do it yourself!