i am seriously stressed. don't know how long i can take this. school is fun, but it's seriously stressing me out. take today, i got a 50% for my geog test. can you imagine how sad i was? it's the worst i have ever done in my life. and now i need full marks for my history test in order to get an A1. bare minimum A1. sigh. what is happening?
but i wasn't the only casualty. practically half of the class either failed or got a 50%. only 2 people got B4. and that's the highest. a miserable B4. the geog test was a killer. but i mugged like crazy. i know i deserve much more than a 50%. really.
the history test doesn't really show much grounds for optimism either. two essays in 40 minutes. i mean, after the test my wrists were aching like hell. and i did study. i really studied like crazy last night. wanna know how much i studied? lets just say i woke up and just looked like a freaking zombie.
no grounds for optimism at all. i'm just aiming for a 90% so i can get an A2. a miserable A2. good job Bryan, you screwed up your term. A2. crap man. God help me. i cannot have such lousy results. i really can't.
i don't know how much longer i can take this... God help me cope, please.
oh yes. i saw the Life! article on this doctor who is a plastic surgeon. she earns a FIVE-FIGURE SALARY EACH MONTH! i was like, ZOMG! IM GONNA BE A FREAKING PLASTIC SURGEON WHEN I GROW UP! but wait. it isn't really worth the 5 figure salary. really. haha.
oh well. to heck with it.
This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arm Race - Fall Out Boy
Album: Infinity on High (2007)
I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And I don't really care, which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm in
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
I'm not a shoulder to cry on, but I digress
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
I wrote the gospel of giving up
(You look pretty sinking)
But the real bombshells have already sunk
(pre-madonnas of the gutter)
At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep
Crashing not like hips or carsNo, more like p-p-p-parties
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
Bandwagon's full.
Please, catch another
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
I'm a leading manAnd the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
All the boys who the dance floor didn't love
And all the girls whose lips couldn't move fast enough
Sing until your lungs give out
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
(Now you)
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
(Wear out the groove)
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
(Sing out loud)
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
(Oh, oh)
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
posted @ 8:18 PM |