HOMEWORK
FREAKING
HOMEWORK
FREAKING EVERYWHERE!!
PSYCHOLOGY! LITERATURE! MATHS! HD! ENGLISH, FREAKING 3 ESSAYS FOR ENGLISH AND THEY WON'T EVEN CORRECT THE GODDAMN PIECES OF SHIT! OK. So here's what happened.I get homework. Reaction:
Then it goes something like this:
. This is the "oh my god, I'm going to die, I'm going to try and climb this mountain of homework and I AM GOING TO DIE." This is the "what the heck did I do to the man upstairs?" reaction. This is the "Omg. Fml." reaction. This is the "NO, WAIT, LIFE, COME BACK!" reaction....And then like this:
Is there any need to explain this? This is seriously what I look like when I'm angry. I grind and gnash my teeth and could very almost froth at the mouth (if I was given any more I'm sure I would probably keel over and DIE from choking on my own froth.)...And then I solve the problem: 
HELLS YEAH.
...This is the point at which I realise:
I CAN'T BLOW UP MY HOMEWORK! I HAVE A FRICKIN' GRADE POINT AVERAGE AND A UNI TO GET INTO AND LIFE TO LIVE IF MY BRAIN CELLS DON'T COMMIT BEFORE I REACH TWELFTH GRADE!At which point: 
Rigamortis sets in. Everything grows cold. The world is an icy pit of nothingness and not even Zatch Bell can pull me out of my stupor. English had fried me, psychology had battered me, Maths has whipped me, HD has baked me, literature has SLAUGHTERED anything that may have been use to me later in life. Aka, my brain. (Let's not go here with the jokes kk? T.T)Thus, readers, I leave you with these:
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(My ultimate reaction to the tonnes of English homework)
glitter-graphics.comthe milk bottle. (:
So I have nothing to say. Again. So, I thought I'd just do like a filler post... of things I love ^^1: Ayla loves cute things.
Do I really have to explain this??? I love sheep too. Sheep are just... I have never understood the purpose of sheep in this world. Or a lot of things for that matter. But I do love sheep. I like black sheep more. They stick out, like me :D I got the two sheep today and the hedgehog ages ago lol.2: Ayla loves those little things you just can't live without.
Meaning chocolate milk, phone, and... rubber ducks. Oh come on, who never had a rubber duck when they were a kid?! This one flashes. Oh yeah, that frog in the background? Don't diss him, he's just slightly verging on awesome.3: Ayla loves her memories.
A word to the wise: WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS HOW LONG THIS TOOK OR HOW FRUSTRATING IT WAS. That's like half my wall and it extends almost to the floor (my room may as well be a cupboard so I couldn't get the entire thing in lol :P).(Short interlude here.Dear blogger,
HURRY THE HELL UP! IT'S NOT LIKE I DON'T HAVE A LIFE OUTSIDE BLOGGER! HEY I'M BLOGGER, OMNOMNOM YOUR GRADES! DEAR BLOGGER, TONIGHT WOULD BE NICE, OR EVEN SOMETIME BEFORE CHRISTMAS, WOULD BE NICE TO HAVE THESE PICTURES UPLOADED! THIS IS NOT EVEN MOIST!Love,Your calcium deficient friend,the milk bottle.)Ah, that felt good. Take that, you stupid lazy decrease-download-upload-speed-to-only-30-gigs-an-hour-after-eight piece of crap. >;] FYI folks, listening to Evanescene while extremely frustrated? It's not good for anybody's health D:4: Ayla love light.
I love these little fairy lights :) the baubles are chinese lanterns (or wannabes anyway) from cotton on. The little flowers around my dressing table I got from the internet. Ah, internet, I love you :)(Dear Blogger,I see you have ignored my pleas to hurry up. FINE. DON'T BLAME ME WHEN YOU SUDDENLY CONTRACT A MASSIVE VIRUS!!! D: You know what? I'm not even gonna blog about going to the cinema tomorrow.And you shall have no pictures.And I may do homework.Dear Blogger, don't drive me to this point. DON'T MAKE ME DO IT. 'Cause I will. And it won't be pretty.Love,Your calcium deficient friend,the milk bottle.)5: Ayla loves her comfort things.
Including and not limited to teddy bears XD Weatherby is at the back, Nook is the raccoon, and the little dragon doesn't actually have a name lolz. My grandma made the blanket they're sitting on before I was born.I did have another picture, but I'm tired and I have to get up early. I have a hair tip for anyone who's remotely interested, and this will sound insane, and you'll be going "who does that kind of shiz?" - next time you wash your hair, dry it upside down.I'm serious.Love,Your calcium deficient friend,the milk bottle. (:p.s yes, those little interludes DID require the use of bold red writing.
. This is the "oh my god, I'm going to die, I'm going to try and climb this mountain of homework and I AM GOING TO DIE." This is the "what the heck did I do to the man upstairs?" reaction. This is the "Omg. Fml." reaction. This is the "NO, WAIT, LIFE, COME BACK!" reaction.
Is there any need to explain this? This is seriously what I look like when I'm angry. I grind and gnash my teeth and could very almost froth at the mouth (if I was given any more I'm sure I would probably keel over and DIE from choking on my own froth.)
