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Showing posts with label exploding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label exploding. Show all posts
Bloody chinese spammers, fuck off i say. moving on, looks like i AM doing rantblog again afterall.
This is like a note to self.
Please be awesome again. the trick is to be awesome and not give a fuck, to believe that your awesomeness is not a result of any external element, nothing but your mere existence makes itself a marvel, and to eat a lot of chicken and draw a lot of lines.Do colour outside but losing money is NOT OK.
This is like a note to self.
Please be awesome again. the trick is to be awesome and not give a fuck, to believe that your awesomeness is not a result of any external element, nothing but your mere existence makes itself a marvel, and to eat a lot of chicken and draw a lot of lines.Do colour outside but losing money is NOT OK.
there is an ache and then i fall asleep only to wake up with a start at around 3 in the morning wondering if i'll find myself being looked at as a video game or a void, an escape or as non existent.this is really painful.
stop this, hold this like its a naked heartbeat and bury it somewhere down the street i dont need this to be the chorus to the dirge of a soundtrack to the entire goddamned tragic farce that is my life.
or make me see that it can be touched like a tissue or a pebble or a missing block of lego.
stop this, hold this like its a naked heartbeat and bury it somewhere down the street i dont need this to be the chorus to the dirge of a soundtrack to the entire goddamned tragic farce that is my life.
or make me see that it can be touched like a tissue or a pebble or a missing block of lego.
sdfdg randomtypinizsocoolz
no but really, if i had to invent a word, it would totally be sdfdg and everybody would have the liberty to pronounce it as they please but there would have to be ONE SOLITARY meaning that it carries. NO double meanings and confuzzlating ( hail me, i did it again) bullcrap like that. i'd make sure the rules of grammar relating to the word be so rigid that it is made punishable by law to mess around trying to have pun with it.(chuckle) the world could do with words less annoyingly confusion creating tools of language. how do you even frame sentences without pissing at least one person off by at least a milliunit of pissedness in a group of as few as five people? tell me its not just me, tell me you too feel this urgent need to slaughter words, ever so often?
(oh and if you knew me, you'd also know how much of a rat's ass i give to these confusions created and that i just needed something to rant about)
also, please tell me there's some heavy discount on ebay on because i seem to be doing real lousily at the 'getting a life' business. nothing seems to be worth the price it comes for. bleach (is the new blah).
OH GUESS WHAT I GAINED 6 KGS SINCE THE BEGINNING OF COLLEGE AND NOW IM HEAVIER THAN MYMOM SO WHOEVER WANTS TO VOLUNTEER TO SHOOT ME MAY HURRY UP AND RAISE THEIR HANDS.
*hysterical fit of hair-pull-tear*
ok so today was weird. it was exhausting but ossum because the hillplace rules and silver rings give me this weird high when i earn them without having to spend. better not ask. :D
i drew something AWESOME yesterday. it wasnt brilliant execution nor amazing concept butbutbut it makes me feel littlegirllike, like like the acousticdreams time? yeah hehehehelolz.
but i really dont like this college yet, maaaaaann. i swear im consciously pushing myself to stop being judgemental but its JUST NOT HAPPENING because EVERYBODY and EVERYTHING is so fucking FUCKED UP IN THEIR VERY OWN SCREWED UP WAY (which is just sad, each of these ways), that its not even remotely putupable anymore. others dont know nor care about my existence so that doesnt count. everything makes me act pricey and my bipolarity seems to be acting up more often than usual lately making me a horrible person and a hugeass bitch to everybody.this place, its just not me. it is turning me into oneofthem. and that's exactly what i have always been terrified off. OMMAGOD.
i want me old people back, thegoodol'virtualfanboys and the others. 'the others' are a weird assortment of people i love who probably have no idea about how the rock(ed? D:) my world. i want sneha and i want LD and i want pujita and i want chiquita and i want dadu and i want santosh the iron guy ( OMG HE'S GOT MARRIED! *HEARTBREAK*) and i want priyankadi and i want priyankakumar and i want senjuti and i want SHOMBIT!OMMAGODYAS and i want the madwoman sitting at the 45 bus stand turn and i want dhruvaghosh. i want the lovely, lovely IM. geography teacher<3>momdadokyesthemtooarghdfhgd. i want worldview and that obscure little pond along the nondescript goli opposite JU.i want abheek sinha. i want my bed my oink my deem bhajasohnoimgoingtocryohnoOHLOOKAPINKTUTU? i want deeganto i want the occational whiskey at midnights and i want to text you asking you for the time and let you guess how drunk i am. im not sure why but i think i should stop.
please bring the old me back i feel like this mutated version of a dysfunctional foot of a retarded alien.
MOST IMPORTANTLY, WHATEVER FUCKING HAPPENED TO MY HAIR? I WANT OLD HAIR BACK THIS IS PATHETIC AND PLEASE FOR FUCK'S SAKE STOP BEING FAKE, PEOPLE. this is the most jumbled up piece of rantshit i've ever pukedout on this page.
why the fuck does mad have to rhyme with sad, re?
ps: picture of the day:
because it made me smile when i needed to and its about to make me reiterate my love for the gay gardener.
(oh and if you knew me, you'd also know how much of a rat's ass i give to these confusions created and that i just needed something to rant about)
also, please tell me there's some heavy discount on ebay on because i seem to be doing real lousily at the 'getting a life' business. nothing seems to be worth the price it comes for. bleach (is the new blah).
OH GUESS WHAT I GAINED 6 KGS SINCE THE BEGINNING OF COLLEGE AND NOW IM HEAVIER THAN MYMOM SO WHOEVER WANTS TO VOLUNTEER TO SHOOT ME MAY HURRY UP AND RAISE THEIR HANDS.
*hysterical fit of hair-pull-tear*
ok so today was weird. it was exhausting but ossum because the hillplace rules and silver rings give me this weird high when i earn them without having to spend. better not ask. :D
i drew something AWESOME yesterday. it wasnt brilliant execution nor amazing concept butbutbut it makes me feel littlegirllike, like like the acousticdreams time? yeah hehehehelolz.
but i really dont like this college yet, maaaaaann. i swear im consciously pushing myself to stop being judgemental but its JUST NOT HAPPENING because EVERYBODY and EVERYTHING is so fucking FUCKED UP IN THEIR VERY OWN SCREWED UP WAY (which is just sad, each of these ways), that its not even remotely putupable anymore. others dont know nor care about my existence so that doesnt count. everything makes me act pricey and my bipolarity seems to be acting up more often than usual lately making me a horrible person and a hugeass bitch to everybody.this place, its just not me. it is turning me into oneofthem. and that's exactly what i have always been terrified off. OMMAGOD.
i want me old people back, thegoodol'virtualfanboys and the others. 'the others' are a weird assortment of people i love who probably have no idea about how the rock(ed? D:) my world. i want sneha and i want LD and i want pujita and i want chiquita and i want dadu and i want santosh the iron guy ( OMG HE'S GOT MARRIED! *HEARTBREAK*) and i want priyankadi and i want priyankakumar and i want senjuti and i want SHOMBIT!OMMAGODYAS and i want the madwoman sitting at the 45 bus stand turn and i want dhruvaghosh. i want the lovely, lovely IM. geography teacher<3>momdadokyesthemtooarghdfhgd. i want worldview and that obscure little pond along the nondescript goli opposite JU.i want abheek sinha. i want my bed my oink my deem bhajasohnoimgoingtocryohnoOHLOOKAPINKTUTU? i want deeganto i want the occational whiskey at midnights and i want to text you asking you for the time and let you guess how drunk i am. im not sure why but i think i should stop.
please bring the old me back i feel like this mutated version of a dysfunctional foot of a retarded alien.
MOST IMPORTANTLY, WHATEVER FUCKING HAPPENED TO MY HAIR? I WANT OLD HAIR BACK THIS IS PATHETIC AND PLEASE FOR FUCK'S SAKE STOP BEING FAKE, PEOPLE. this is the most jumbled up piece of rantshit i've ever pukedout on this page.
why the fuck does mad have to rhyme with sad, re?
ps: picture of the day:
because it made me smile when i needed to and its about to make me reiterate my love for the gay gardener.
I LOVE YOU, DEAR DARLINGEST GAY GARDENER!
<3
<3
dont.
there's already everything else going absolutely WRONG for me in the alien land lala, now you are NOT allowed to kill the only source of solace i have there by.. sdf sjghsghkjhfdgh expecting any more of me.
please, do not make things weird. goddammit i need to tell YOU this. pansy that i am.
please, do not make things weird. goddammit i need to tell YOU this. pansy that i am.
TONIGHT <3
AFTER AEONS. i love. love. love. life. abheek my childhood friend isnotlost :D i got drunk and cheesily depressed and it was pathetic but i was rescued wonly. AND WHOM BY? this one person i've known for 10 years, the only person ive known AND loved for this long.all is <3
all i want to say is, there's a LIMIT to deadness and doomedness, really.
note to self: dont push them.
note to self: dont push them.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
TODAY IM VERY HAPPY.
my best friend from primary school has finally started using his real name. he's come to terms with it after seventy thousand years of wandering in a sea of pissicular nicks.god it makes me happy enough to admit that i love him. HAHA IN SEVEN DAYS THIS HAPPINESS IS GOING TO MAKE ME PASS OUT AND I WONT HAVE TO GIVE ANY EXAMS ON ACCOUNT OF DEEPINTENSEUNCONSCIOUSNESS.
its building up its building up.
SECONDLY
रोज पाउडर
चमन बहार
MAKES ME HAPPY.
3. IM SCORING WELL IN THE PRACTICALS AND THAT MEANS MY FUTURE KIDS WILL NOT HAVE TO DIE OF SHAME. OH HOW THEY WILL LOVE ME.
FOURTHLY, CHICKEN.
FIFTHLY, RICE.
SIXTHLY, THE TIN DRUM.
SEVENTHLY, THE MOSTER IN MY ROOM THAT ATE THE OTHER MOSNSTERS IN MY ROOM AND I DREW A PICTURE OF THEM ON ONE OF THE 26 FILTERPAPERS I NICKED FROM THE LAB.
HAPPYBIRTHDAY ANURIMA MAY THE BIGMONSTER PROTECT YOU FOR LIFE AND SCRATCH YOUR ARMPITS FOR YOU WHEN YOU'RE LONELY.
-ADD WISHES YOU WANT TO BE WISHED HERE-
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaa
nobody loves me syndrome.
shala keu kichu bole na amay. shob jaanoar. crush holeo joto obscure weird cheleder opor hoe,ANYTHING but available, each. emon bhabe bolchi jeno koto hajar ta hoyeche anyway (crush). ki kori? phlunk korchi.pora shona e jeebona hobe na. ki kori?
bari theke palate chai. ki kori ki kori?
bari theke palate chai. ki kori ki kori?
NO BECAUSE
fal.radcliffe7: v shud torture them with myna ma'am smile
:P
me: they should be cut up alive, or burnt or I DONT CARE OR KNOW I HATE THEM THAT'S ALL
it's not funny, right now, sorry
:|
fal.radcliffe7: relax dudeno point shouting
fal.radcliffe7: relax dudeno point shouting
if v do get a chance v'll shout at them
(dont care if v end up dead man)
me: or rip them limb to limb. :|
fal.radcliffe7: u can do that surely
:Pme: or just, i dunno, glare at them till they die a slow painful death filled with numbing remorse and guilt that'll eat them up faster than the acid we'll soak them in. :|
