hi there blogspot.
i forgot you were in existence.
and now watch me swirl in a puddle of embarrassment because LORD, YEAR 11 WRITING. LET ME. kms
but i have to say i was quite funnyand dumb but . there is one thing though, that's caught my eye.
me ranting about how awful year 11 was.
HAHAH HAHAHAHAHA HAhaha hahah aha hah ha h a. aha.
you know what if i start ranting about year 12 and whining about *ugly face* "eww year 12 is so hard eww so nasty dying in pool of my own brain fluid ugh what year will be harder than this eww", i'll probably look back here when I'm at university and rant AGAIN.
ah cycle of life. you never change.
if there's one thing my year 11 self was right about, it's that the heaviness of my eyebags is proportional to my age, year and heaviness of my bag. yes, despite only 4 subjects, i'm lugging around nuclear bombs everyday to school. that is the life of sad.
well ANYWAY
today i got my SAT score and CONSIDERING I half-assed studying for it, i got a pretty good score. i got a total of 1980 which. is . 20. points. away. from. a . 2000. aka target goal.
i told mom MAMA i dun wanna do dis Esz Ay Tee agen too much work ya3ni you want daughter to die okay suit yourself. but no she was like salma you have to keep your promise bla blabla S I G H. so yes i'm retaking the SAT and hoping i'll get 2200-ish.
oh look here salma messing up her priorities again because while she's worrying about her SAT scores, her Yale tournament is coming up in ~9 days. well if she studied it wont be funny but she didnt. so it would be funny. idk.
i mean i really wanna do well. no actually i will do well. because you know what. Teacher starch-chikun look down on it. ish. but anyway i was peeved. so i will show him. that i can do it. and win all the awards. or a lot of the awards
okay so that's it woohoo salma is sleepy and shouldve slept 30 minutes ago and she was just about to recover and then she goes around stayingup late again. well done salma, please receive your medal for excellence in stupidity and dumb.
okay actually bye. tootles. eww.
i forgot you were in existence.
and now watch me swirl in a puddle of embarrassment because LORD, YEAR 11 WRITING. LET ME. kms
but i have to say i was quite funny
me ranting about how awful year 11 was.
HAHAH HAHAHAHAHA HAhaha hahah aha hah ha h a. aha.
you know what if i start ranting about year 12 and whining about *ugly face* "eww year 12 is so hard eww so nasty dying in pool of my own brain fluid ugh what year will be harder than this eww", i'll probably look back here when I'm at university and rant AGAIN.
ah cycle of life. you never change.
if there's one thing my year 11 self was right about, it's that the heaviness of my eyebags is proportional to my age, year and heaviness of my bag. yes, despite only 4 subjects, i'm lugging around nuclear bombs everyday to school. that is the life of sad.
well ANYWAY
today i got my SAT score and CONSIDERING I half-assed studying for it, i got a pretty good score. i got a total of 1980 which. is . 20. points. away. from. a . 2000. aka target goal.
i told mom MAMA i dun wanna do dis Esz Ay Tee agen too much work ya3ni you want daughter to die okay suit yourself. but no she was like salma you have to keep your promise bla blabla S I G H. so yes i'm retaking the SAT and hoping i'll get 2200-ish.
oh look here salma messing up her priorities again because while she's worrying about her SAT scores, her Yale tournament is coming up in ~9 days. well if she studied it wont be funny but she didnt. so it would be funny. idk.
i mean i really wanna do well. no actually i will do well. because you know what. Teacher starch-chikun look down on it. ish. but anyway i was peeved. so i will show him. that i can do it. and win all the awards. or a lot of the awards
okay so that's it woohoo salma is sleepy and shouldve slept 30 minutes ago and she was just about to recover and then she goes around stayingup late again. well done salma, please receive your medal for excellence in stupidity and dumb.
okay actually bye. tootles. eww.
