Post. Pointless.

For the past few weeks, nothing happened.

What the

Apparently you usually do better in your finals.

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LIES!!!



*which gives a great blow to my self confidence *coughegocough* because, really, I put a distinct amount of effort (meaning more than I did for the first few months) and I failed myself.*

This goes to show that, in the twisted logic of my world, I can only succeed if I do not study

What. The. Heck.


No, I did not mistakenly check the mid terms. I know this because a subject that I was quite happily maintaining (well, who can say, really) *and maintaining means I was doing well at mid terms and sort of trying to do better after that* fell. What. The.

Well, one thing went up by a grade (okay, two grades, but it doesn't matter because its value is still the same) but it was balanced by depressing drop.

Again, what. The.

I shall end this post with a really flat-out sarcastic idon'twannaplaywithyounomore face of what. the.

D:<

Oh mai

O mai be wants to bangs mai hed
Bangs it on wall
Or puts bukkitt over head
And make it go bang
Yay

Be wanting to eats dem pie
But dem pie
They be no real
For real life is like pie
Is real
But not real
Eh wha- ?

Be dem fwabirdies are fwaing
They fwa far far awai
Yet still they fwaspeak
Fwaspeak wif meh
I be all
Yay

But then
Be real life
Nay has lulz
Nor lawls
And fwabirdies faraway
So it be pie
Dat I cannots eats
Becos
It be
Real pie

O mai

I Have No Life

When in doubt, blog!
Or when you have nothing better to do and No Life to live.
Something like that.

So, the first week of Restful Peace and Solitude and End-Of-The-Year downtime does not seem to have cheered up/picked up the spirits of my poor exhausted buddies. They still sound exhausted, by the restfulness and boredom, at least. They can be found lurking the internet, the place you roam when you feel exhausted and bored.

So, that says something about my state of being too, I gather.

Because, really, what better way to pick yourself up by having some lulz off the internet?

I'm being serious here, not sarcastic, like how some people seem to think, for some reason, that being sarcastic is my default state of mind.

Does this post sound acidic? I hope not. I'm in a good mood.

Oh wait, I can be extra annoying when in a good mood.

But I'm not trying to be annoying. (Not like I need to try) You get the picture.

Anyone wants to go explore One U with me? I'm free till next week. It's fun, it has pubs and restaurants serving cocktails. It has clothes stores and two huge bookshops. It's got lots of food.

I like walking and looking at pretty things. Hence, the obsession with shopping malls.

... Okay, the pretty things are, literally, things, not other people or stuff like that whatever I know your devious little minds are thinking of right now.

Or I could just write/finish all the epics I want to write/finish.

Hm.

It's like the one with the owl curtains. (It has pictures)

The reason I don't put pictures is because it's such a hassle to copy/paste the html code for it every time Blogger screws them up. That or I do not have any nice pictures to show. The main reason would probably be the latter, but no one can say for sure.

And while I wait(ed) for the picture to upload, I can add that Blogger is so slow.

And it uploaded three minutes late(er).




Here is a picture of an interesting T-shirt. The T-shirt is normal. The message is interesting and quite yummy, unless it has some obscure meaning of something Horrible and Dirty. Otherwise, it looks like a random, nice T-shirt. Why yes, I'd like to go around telling people that I like Banana, Peanut Butter and Waffles really loudly, unless, again, it has some subliminal meaning I do not know of.





This T-shirt has two astronauts on it. They look rather happy. It reminds me of Boom de yada. Good times, those.





I like this shirt. It's got some vagabond falconer on a horse. A falcon and a horse. And, well, some person, but still...
Most nice shirts, I find, are men's shirts, which is 'totally not cool' and unfair. The ones I see for girls are bubbly and have butterflies on them. I have nothing against butterflies, or kittens, or puppies, and I do find good ones with owls and horses (the owl top did not fit me. The designers were under the impression that everyone has big armpits, and thus it looked like a sack.)
Shirts with a falcon, a horse and a person's silhouette are for guys, and hence, Too Big for me.
On the other hand, I wouldn't have gotten this shirt anyway, because the person in the picture has No Legs. Perhaps it was intentional. Perhaps it was a design oversight. I'd pick the latter.





These shirts are franchise merchandises. I like Ghostbusters. It had green slime and the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. I didn't like the green slime, because who said slime had to be green? Why must green be icky? Green is beautiful and elegant, and... verdant. Tsk tsk. Slime.



And,completely unrelated to shirts,






Fwabirdie clocks!

I wanted to get one, but then I won't be around that much to look at it, and I definitely won't mount it in my hostel room, or bring it over to the States, so I shall just have to admire the picture and sigh for something that would have been....