January 2011
59 posts
All i can say about this year
fuck you college
fuck you college
fuck you college
fuck you college
fuck you college
fuck you college
fuck you college
fuck you college
fuck you college
fuck you college
fuck you college
fuck you college
fuck you college
December 2010
56 posts
i told my dad to get me an accordian
his response:
higu:
koreandinosaur replied to your post:koreandinosaur replied to your post:what if you…
you know, i am already struggling to supress my desire to kidnap him on my trip to korea. you. are. not. helping.
bring him back and take us all out for karaoke and then we’ll make him sing Fuck You and it will be awesome.
we probably shouldn’t….
he might do this
done
2 applications
2 more due by the first.
FUCK
thanks GFS. i blame you for this.
get mad
think, “wait, they’re dumb shits”
stop caring
static
winter’s ugly friend.
my essays sound stupid.
i’m unique
i’m smart
let me in
kthx
pimptasticjessica replied to your post: dear kid,
L O L
not funny. i hate people.
dear kid,
don’t write me notes. no, i really don’t think we have ever met. your vague description of an alleged mutual friend describes every asian female i have ever met.
description:
black, straight hair
skinny
carries around “that purse”
went to KUC (my church)
thank you for wasting my precious college-essay-writing time.
love,
prisca
i really dont appreciate d.pepino's face appearing...
so my dad asked what i wanted for christmas
im thinking of asking for an accordian.
im not kidding.
i really want one.
trust-me-im-a-doctor replied to your photo: double shades.
is that you as a child? cause you’re ADORABLE! if it’s not you, that kids still pretty cool
YEAUP i was a cool kid. i was a pack rat even as a kid. carried around everything. apparently my mom wrestled away my winnie the pooh backpack away from me before she took the picture (but i got to keep my shades)
“i hope i’m not like you when i’m a senior”
– my sister: yeah, so what? i spend twenty minutes perfecting my baby battle cry. nbd. that does not make me a bad role model.
my sister literally hissed at me
the sound that a cat makes when you step on him.
what the hell.
my dog has learned how to get me to stop petting...
rubs himself against the rug and ends up using static to shock anyone who pets him.
i hate getting shocked so i don’t mess with him anymore…
thats a lie…
i just throw him in MOUNDS OF SNOW.
MWAHAHA
9/12 "Recommended for You" videos
about execution and the death penalty.
i have to stop doing research on my youtube account.
I already get shit vampire videos because of a damn video that i never actually watched or favorited.
5 tags
got my hair tangled in the fan....
1. why was the fan on?
2. why didn’t i notice?
3. WHYYY
i could have had an english accent.
but instead, my dad insisted on an american education.
fuck you, dad. i could have been cool.
now, im stuck in the world of elevators and cookies.
i’m going to canada.
i have officially decided
i will dye my hair blue, (dark) red, or purple in the spring.
i’m definately getting disowned.
the dog is getting spoiled
he was shivering so i played momma kangaroo again and did my work with him in my hoodie.
he fell asleep around my stomach with his head on one hip and his butt on the other.
i got thirsty so i got up.
the dog headbutted me in the stomach and grumbled.
i stayed thirsty.
writing college essays
baby sister is chastising me
i am responding with asshole emoticons —> ( )o( ) …. shut up.. im proud of myself
sakile put me in sexual innuendo mode
listening to korean music destroys my concentration
listening to korean music destroys my grammar
I HATE EVERYTHING
“facebook is most facilitating towards college…”
– my sister via facebook chat. fuck you, baby sister.
“yeah! this is hip song right here!”
– i love korean music.
i got molested by a cat yesterday.
………. why is my life like this?
skill
fell up the stairs.
like, all the way up the stairs.
caught myself by face-planting into a wall.
my sister thinks i just thinks i ran like a maniac up the stairs and couldn’t stop myself.
but she’s wrong.
it’s actually depressing how proud i am of myself.
i miss my friends
the ones who no longer go to my school.
i have officially barricaded myself in a room at a...
nope, not getting tutored.
claimed their only laptop. DIBS!
made my parents promise not to pick me up until 9:30 (i got here at 1:30)
have my tupperware filled with lasagna. feel like garfeild. have to save it or i’ll be dying of hunger by 9:30
writing essays like my life depends on it because, apparently, it does.
I HAVE TO START OVER COS MY COMPUTER IS DEAD. ESSAY COUNT:0. YEAH. FUCK...
LMFAO
oh dear lord.
watching the JYJ music video for ayy girl.
sounds awful
yoochun looks like a fugly woman
choreography?
.. who made this music video?!
go back to korea where people know how to handle you because at the moment, you look like you popped straight out of edward cullen’s man-gina.*
*my sister says that my editing it to “twilight” was a pussy move.
i thought it was cute that the dog was kissing the...
within thirty seconds he ripped off the nose and chewed off the eyeballs.
i made a hair-man
yeah. my hair defies gravity.
now i can’t get the beads and carrot bits out of my hair.
IM BORED.
my dog and i had a dance off
he won.
i’m bruised.
my parents just forced me to change my college...
fuck you guys
writing about hamlet's incestuous slutbag mother
she’s just a hillbilly at heart.
i really don't like colleges
but i really like my dog.
dog>college
things that have to happen this week:
english test
physics test
math test
soliloquy memorization
soliloquy paper thing
english paper
more application shit
but….. its almost winter break!
my grandma, aunt, uncles, and cousins are leaving.
i really wish they’d stay.
shit.
i really only want parents who at least wait and listen to what i say before they call me sub-human and tell me that my grief is less important and real than theirs. i promise that what i’m saying makes more sense than you think. mostly because you haven’t taken the time to even take a breath and try to understand what i’m saying. hell, you didn’t even bother to let me...
now that i've vented...
i’m gonna write my grandpa a kickass elegy.
sometimes..
thank you, mother for making the process that much more difficult. your sarcasm, harrassment, and general foul attitude is much appreciated. i’m not writing this elegy for you. you are not the one in the casket. you are not the one i will not see again. don’t try to wring emotions out of me. my elegy for him is only for him. i am not a circus bear performing the part of the...
