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WOW

Wow. time flies when you have a concussion and sort of whiplash. seriously derailed.
anyway lots happened and yet again nothing really happened, or at least is not worth mentioning here...
school is taking so much time. al these essays (you are supposed to make together and in the end YOU end up doing all the work or almost all the work yourself. yes I really really love those people who don't give a friggen arse about schoolwork, thanks mate.)
anyway. I'm this (makes that gesture with her fingers almost pressed together) close to a mental breakdown.
Today I saw 2012, my mom doesnt like John Cusack so when he appeared on screen i was like Oh no jeezzz. but then i discovered he is quite good, i kinda already knew that but my mom washed my brain xD I fell in love with this Sasha (still talking bout the movie), that accent *drewldrewl*, i really dont understand why HE had to die, the movie would have been a lot better if he survived until the end and if I were in it LOL.
anyweyz...
well actually thats it for now. will try to update more frequently.
Arrivederci! xx

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  1. Nyanta01 December, 2009

    Wow, haven't updated your blog for a while!
    I understand your frustration towards those kind of people XDDD I totally do. BUT (yes, there's a but) we (especially you, since I don't have a head hurting as much as yours...) will survive, and you'll have a mental breakup .. wait.. this doesn't make sense. breakdown sounds as bad as breakup. Nvm, just hang in there a little longer...

    & I didn't see the movie sooooo... I can't comment on that piece of ur post. D:

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