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labellementeuseI'm going to join everyone in the insanely depressed posts in about five minutes, but first I will say that myself and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sixth_light and insane_ophelia got Very Very Pished on Saturday and, um, this inspires many comments but the first one, and the one that I will share with you, because it is generic and she couldn't possibly hunt me down for it, is
OMFG Lucy is the FUNNIEST DRUNK ALIVE.
No. Seriously. Who uses the word "repudiate" after eight shots? Honestly and truly?
And now to requisite depressedness, which sums up as:
I hate school.
I hate my mother.
I hate exams.
I hate fighting with my mother.
I'm going to fail Schol Calculus.
I base my entire self-esteem around my exam results.
I have no money.
I hate swearing at my mother.
I hate CRYING at my mother.
I hate French internals. (Except the one I just got Excellence on, which I love.)
I hate it when my brother is incompetent ad burns dinner and my mother takes that as a opportunity to SPEND ALL NIGHT RANTING.
I hate the story I want to submit for the Sunday Star Times Short Story competition. It's the one I posted here earlier. I hate it. It is meaningless.
Have I mentioned mocks in four weeks, finals in eight?
Have I mentioned I'm going to fail everything?
Did I mention my mother?
Calculus?
Yeah. I'm themed. Possibly I'm not stressed enough, I have only a few themes. And I wouldn't call myself suicidal. But, argh, I don't care, I feel miserable enough to bithc about it, so I'm going to go findgianp and bitch at him over MSN, because I missed him. He probably won't be there. That would make my night.
Oh, yeah, I'm home.
sixth_light and insane_ophelia got Very Very Pished on Saturday and, um, this inspires many comments but the first one, and the one that I will share with you, because it is generic and she couldn't possibly hunt me down for it, isOMFG Lucy is the FUNNIEST DRUNK ALIVE.
No. Seriously. Who uses the word "repudiate" after eight shots? Honestly and truly?
And now to requisite depressedness, which sums up as:
I hate school.
I hate my mother.
I hate exams.
I hate fighting with my mother.
I'm going to fail Schol Calculus.
I base my entire self-esteem around my exam results.
I have no money.
I hate swearing at my mother.
I hate CRYING at my mother.
I hate French internals. (Except the one I just got Excellence on, which I love.)
I hate it when my brother is incompetent ad burns dinner and my mother takes that as a opportunity to SPEND ALL NIGHT RANTING.
I hate the story I want to submit for the Sunday Star Times Short Story competition. It's the one I posted here earlier. I hate it. It is meaningless.
Have I mentioned mocks in four weeks, finals in eight?
Have I mentioned I'm going to fail everything?
Did I mention my mother?
Calculus?
Yeah. I'm themed. Possibly I'm not stressed enough, I have only a few themes. And I wouldn't call myself suicidal. But, argh, I don't care, I feel miserable enough to bithc about it, so I'm going to go find
gianp and bitch at him over MSN, because I missed him. He probably won't be there. That would make my night.Oh, yeah, I'm home.
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Date: 2004-09-06 10:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-07 08:20 am (UTC)Um. *scratches head* Do you wat some of my essays from last year? I may still have one or two of them around..
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Date: 2004-09-07 08:21 am (UTC)