FEELING FABULOUS with the Fact that I am Very Proud of my Stalking Skills


What the title says. I'm very proud. What can I say? I have no life apart from basketball and stalking people is quite enjoyable. And I'm dedicating this to YOU KNOW WHO cause I couldn't comment on her own blog. Not amused man, not amused.

Besides, it's a constant reminder what to and not to put up on the net. But since no one traverses this part of the net I'm cool. Cause not many people know what I'm talking about.

Ya? 
Ya.

Today I was a sweaty basketball of a mess, so sweaty and gross. I need to work on waking up in the morning. I KEEP THINKING THAT IT'S TWENTY TWELVE! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? I'm such a failure to society. SUCH A FAILURE. Anyway. Had Computational Linguistics comp. today. So fun yet so hard. AND SO ADDICTING. We went from crazy focused to stabbing in the dark mad. My head is just a huge blob of mush in my brain. Why am I so dumb.

Today I realised (after not finishing my lunch again) that I actually haven't eaten properly at school for the last few weeks. Actually, since the start of term. I'm missing recess and lunch. I don't think that's healthy...

I'm really busy. I'm aiming for the most extra curricular activities award...I'm kidding. I'm just doing a lot and I don't want to stop. But I know soon I'm going to break down so I think I should slow down a bit.

It's easier to remain happy and busy than happy and not busy.

Another thing to, I was surfing on Youtube and this popped up. <3 I wish I was that pretty. Pigs might fly...
LC



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I am a girl, last time I checked. I love food, friends and family and sports that involve orange balls with lines with back boards. I'm arty and have a hate-hate relationship with math.
I live under a rock, don't have a phone and am down right crazy awesome.

I go to bed at 8 and like my sleep. ♥

Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt and dance like no one is watching. - Randall G Leighton