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19th October 2009

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I typed this last night, well, the first part anyway. I was high. :|

yourbitchisahooker:

YES. I have fucking told you before that I am not good with serious studying. But I WANT TO LIVE IN A NEW PERSPECTIVE. Ergo, I’m GO for SERIOUS STUDYING.
Armed with an AP book, a neon green post-it pad, colored markers and a pack of leftover Flat-Tops (thank you very much, Hell, for those) and pounding stereo headphones hooked up to a screaming laptop plugged in to a vigorous electric outlet, I am ready to face these harsh, sadistic times of drudgery.

At long last, I think I may have passed the damn exam in Mr. Mer’s forsaken subject. Due to exorbitant reading, writing and deep-breathing, I deem that I may have aced that bad-ass test. I am hoping, for passing that AP exam will keep my grade in average. Mr. Mer have mercy. Mr. Mer have mercy. Unbound this young girl’s soul from the chains of anxiety and treacherous misery.
Yes, whore, I’m sober. I’m sober. I’m sober. But I’m intoxicated. I took marijuana before doing the exam. WTF, it was hard enough to stay up late at night just to STUDY, it was like, dragging a titanium cross to Mount Everest. I needed to be rewarded for such audacious exploits. Nah, I’m just screwing with you, children. I never even had a sniff of pot once in my pathetically futile adolescent life or had a sip of alcohol. Oh, wait. I have had my first shot of alcohol. Thank you, brother for telling me it was juice and that the gin, which was actually the ‘juice’ would taste delightful. Oh, wait again. I think I’ve had beer, too. I thought my brother was serving iced tea at his twentieth birthday. And I was like, “Iced tea. I’m thirsty.” I drank it like a bitch and spat it out with such great effort ‘cause most of it had passed through my esophagus already, probably talking to the organs there and giving them threats. The beer must’ve scared my liver out my digestive system and I must’ve crapped my liver out. And the beer was like, “Run, you bitch. Run! Like the cowardly bitch that you are.” And fuck, did that liver run.

Then, again, I think I’m gonna flunk the test ‘cause I forgot to answer ten items. I’m going blind. Oh no, my hard work. My suffering. Oh no. It’s all wasted. Thrown into the damned trash. This day is forsaken, AP is forsaken.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Mr. Mer have mercy.=)))=))