I want this so bad. I need to hang this up in my room.
I would probably benefit from having this taped into my eyelids.
The only downside to being a cat would truly be the shit lifespan. But then you’d be a cat and wouldn’t care. 15 years of human slaves catering to your every whim.
Evolution has failed the human race.
I am fucking useless at just about everything.
- Go into Eastleigh for cupcake trays. Find out everywhere only does muffin trays. Get stupidly angry at failing a simple task and add to today’s self loathing mode.
- Realise i’m an idiot for coming out in such a mood, because it’s a market day, and the town is crammed with people
- Sit in a back alleyway so I can have obligatory panic attack without subjecting normal people to my stupidity.
- People walk through alleyway anyway. Feel a million times worse.
One day i’ll be normal and not a failure.
On the same days that pigs fly in frozen hell.
Thee LA Deadite submitted this photo with the comment “This past weekend I found one lurking about a children’s birthday party, where there was merriment, no less!”
What is this thing “merriment”? Is this the thing that causes goths to have looks of amusement on their faces? I despise this “merriment”! I lie, I love merriment but I hate children’s parties because being the drunken goth in the corner telling small children to do something constructive with their lives instead of throwing Lego at goths is frowned upon at these kind of events. Sad but true.
I bet this goth has never had a small child throw Lego at him in his life. He’s setting a good example for the younger generation by pulling a nice solid pose up a tree. He looks amused and it’s daylight, unfortunately. He looks to be a low/medium height up the tree. At least he was lurking like a good goth, unless he was doing it in an unsavoury way, in which case he deserves to have toys thrown at him.
3.6 out of 5 - Climb a tree and let the Lego rain on the children from on high.
For a split second I thought that was Adam!
I have an assignment due this week.
My last assignment got a pretty good mark, so I’m hoping to do as well on it.
I have a certain number in my mind that I need to get, for me to feel that I’ve done well.
Does anyone else have that ‘magic’ number which indicates if you’ve done well?
My magic number is 80. I’ve only gone below it once on A215, for poetry (62). Anything below 70 is unacceptable to me, since I want a 2:1 (even if it is 5 years away…)
Normal person:
Submit final assignment > Celebrate 3 months of freedom.
Me:
Submit final assignment > Worry about everything > throw up > regret submitting it > panic about a below 70% return mark in August > download the submission and scan it minutely > retch some more > worryworryworry > i will fail my own expectations > life is over
Truth.
Here comes June.
I’m about to shake free the shackles of Uni assignments. Then I step over to a new set of shackles and begin working Sundays (with Monday - Wednesday still unpaid voluntary work). There goes the Saturday night social life.
But it’s money, I don’t have to raid my life savings for money to drink with. If Friday has to become my night…and I have to put up with indie/hipster/scene/Unit like music, I’ll bare it and grin. Because…progress!
(I’ll suffer Unit stuff gladly if it’s a foot in the employment door)
