Monday, May 25, 2009

Friday, May 22, 2009

4PP

I'm drowning myself in a group of young men who play video games, and who are fucking awesome.
It's how I'm fixing things, obviously. :/

This is why I love them:






Thursday, May 21, 2009

My marks aren't good enough.
Marks weren't supposed to be out until the 22nd, and then the date was changed to the 24th of June, but I just checked the page and my low to mid 60s and one 54 are glaring at me, laughing at me. Making me want to throw up.
My marks aren't good enough.
What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
I'm filling out the application anyway, who knows, maybe they'll take pity on me.
Fuck!
What do I do?!
What happens if they say no?! What do I do?!

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

I hate having to hear of dreary, undesirable, desolate situations, I really do. But when I do, they don't seem to affect me emotionally all that much. The situation, though, regarding a little girl from the Woodstock area of Ontario, though...it just seems like too much.
Many of the girls I went to uni with either knew the family involved, or were friends of friends, and since most of them are from London and the surrounding areas, they would have seen the posters. Hell, even here, back at home, I saw a few posters.
I won't type names, since there's the whole "google" thing that I try to avoid, but I will post a link to an article:
Here and here.


They knew her and her family. They fucking knew her!
My mom says that authorities suspect there may have been sexual assault involved. Sickening! Horrifying! Those god-damned wretched individuals!!

"There's now no hope that the eight year old will be found alive."

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Precious

This looks... exceptional.