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Paint fumes are not my friend.
I meant... Yeah, they get you high and all, but that's not the point. They leave a really bad taste in ones mouth... Hell, I usually like juice, but not when it tastes like paint...
It's like a fumes add their own little taste to EVERYTHING. IT. Is. GROSS. scream
Thankfully for once I'm headache-free... Funny. Paint fumes usually CAUSE headaches. They make them go bye-bye, in my case.
Ahh. Also, I have a cavity, but... My mum seems to have forgotten it, 'cause she's yet to make an appointment with any dentist. Then again, we don't have dental insurance, or whatever. stare It's gunna suck when (if) it begins to make itself painfully known... Sigh. And it's one of the ones in the very back - probably the same tooth that had a cavity when I was younger. That one fell out. Baby teeth'n all.
Mm... I can finally play games on this peice of trash again. However, many of my games are... Old. They have sequels and all that fun s**t that I wanna try. I wanna try something NEW!
But.. My mum says I have too many games. Thus if she has anything to say about it, I can't spend or save up my allowance for any games. If it weren't so close to school starting, I would get a ******** job. But, even though I don't study or anything at school, I value the time I get after school. Seven hours. I'd rather not spend five of those hours working. blaugh
I'll get a job next summer. I'll have to - after all, this will be my last year in high school unless I fail or something... God. This is depressing. gonk Screw killing myself at ninety-three. If things get too complicated for my scared little primal brain, I'm SO offing myself when I reach nineteen.
Unless, of course, I find a few, good room-mates.
Or a nice place to study biology. Or game creation. Or just botany... heart
OR BETTER YET, ROBOTICS.
Although there's probably too much mathematics, there... I really, really suck when it comes to numbers. That's the reason I'm NEVER taking ANY kind of chemistry class EVER again. If I ever have to, I WILL end up killing something. Something else, or myself. I came close to it last year. SO very close. My chem book has the pen-stab marks to prove it. mad
Mmmeh. Enough ranting... I'm done.
 coup DiS grace · Sat Aug 19, 2006 @ 03:33am · 0 Comments |
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