Goodmorning
This is the Algae Residences
How may I help you,

My best friend is the guitar. &I never need boyfriends. I fall in love easily. With random things like country music, vampires,romance novels&colorful pens. To me, Taylor Swift&The Saturdays are awesome. I love little black dresses&scarves. In my spare time, I like to design cards&conduct random science experiments like dipping eggs into acid. Yeah&unlike normal humans, I like science, converging lenses&relative atomic masses included. Secretly, I want to be a doctor& a guitarist on the spy when I grow up. I love nonsense people who make me laugh. &yes, I love inviting people to my house&being invited to other's houses. I hate raindrops, airplanes, Jacob Black&jerks. No, I'd never though that I was smart/gorgeous/talented. I'm just a green colored pond scum. A bitchy one to be precise.
P.S My bitchiness is inherited, so beware of my mom.
P.S And currently, I'm desperate for a new phone&a pair of flipflops.

Indigo'09
1Hcube'08
2HighOnHiccups'09
Modern dancer
bolditalicunderlinestrikeout

"It's been like a permanent December, so much colder than I can remember."

that pretty much sums up the days without you.
and if you think that i'm another medusa with thirty-six meter long tentacles,
i'd guess you'd never understood me even after all the telephone calls we've been through.



'omigod, i'm so boredddd. can i go and play now...'
'and play means going to 3i?'

one year and counting.

today's the first day of stinking holidays that don't even feel like holidays judging from how my calendar looks like. marked out days for dance practices, lesson extensions, study dates with math geeks and teachers.
but it also means that i've spent one entire year as a stupid upper secondary kid, forty weeks as a trip science kid, half the time i wished i wasn't while the other half scholars and nerds make me feel as if someday, i could actually belong there.

i'd never gotten why people have such biasedness towards scholars.
like,

'who got the highest in level for____?'
'must be that yu yu right that scholar with the centre parting!'

again, what do some people see is that they're just this mad freak maniac machine that kind of thing that all they do is to generate A1s,
but if they never got to mingle with these people they'd never know that some scholars doze off more in class as compared to yours sincerely, born and bred local kids. and they have times when they don't hand in homework. and get a question wrong. and laugh. and make jokes.
and blend in like a typical kid.

but then again, i'm not saying that trip sci kids are cool and smart while double science people are the only students who L1R5 more than 30 and don't do their homework and don't pay attention and sleep in class.
the whole point is i don't get why people label people by what they study.

yeah, whatever, i'm proud to be in trip sci.
cause we sing off-key glee songs, cast classmates in a make believe twilight movies and bitch about teachers.



it's 2.44PM and i'm kind of procrastinating. for the love of god, just look at the pile of homework we have.
so i'm sitting here listening to taylor swift's newest album (in your face, camilla belle and joe jonas) and i'm loving the songs she's written.


-A-

the ultimate love of all.


not that taylor swift will magically prance onto my blog and read this but still,
thankyou thankyou and once again thankyou for coming to singapore.


and now,

I.AM.GOING.TO.SEE.TAYLOR.SWIFT.IN.THE.FLESH

i'm finally going to meet the person who made me pick up the pick (HAHA) and started to play the guitar, told me that music stands for you whenever people couldn't, made me feel better through her lyrics that i wasn't the only one who didn't fit in, and convinced me that everything you fell you'll bounce back and be stronger than before.

feb9 HERE I COME.




sighs, i wanted this post to be all pure and holy and innocent taylor swift.
but,
i need to rant.

today i went for the i-failed-amath-thus-i'm-stupid talk.
betcha never knew that 101 students failed amath (unless you are part of that statistic)
one-third of the cohord.
i think we're already secretly named as the demented class of 2011.

but point is:

to miss chin and to all other teachers in the world who only believes that the reason why students fail is because A, they're dumb or B, they didn't study,
i studied. i really did.

what people see is my ability to fail an amath paper again and to talk non-stop after that.
what they don't see is that i stay up late till 3am in the morning doing tenyearseries, harrassing the smart asses of the class in the middle of the night on how to do coordinate geometry, shredding papers after twelve tries of not being able to prove a goddamned trigo identity and falling asleeep doing surds and dreaming about the solution jerking myself up and realize that was just plain bullshit and continue to do stupid surds.

so what happened, you asked.
maybe i'm stupid, like maybe i'm really really really stupid, like low IQ, demented and all, i don't know.
and if i'm really a failure, then i'd guess ignorance is bliss.

(if you were thinking that i didn't do THAT badly because i didn't get 7/100 and i shouldn't be bullshitting, this is MY blog, i write whatever i want. this is not YOUR chem textbook, you're not obliged to read it. thankyou)




for those who thought i was probably the only fan of taylor swift in this teeny weensy little red dot,
there's a sg fan club for taylor swift.
and cat A tickets (best seats in the house) to her concert were snapped up like this *snap* *snap* *snap* OVER.
so apparently i'm not the only crazy shit that jumps up three feet off the ground when she reads the news that sg is the first stop of her world tour and start to sing speak now at 6am in the morning until her mom says 'stfu'

ilovetaylorswift,



(i'm going to insert a ilove-that-crazy-curly-blond-girl-who-wears-purple-specs taylor swift paragraph in between every incessant ranting paragraph so i won't appear to be an ultimate complaining spoilt bitch but i can be a ultimate complaining spoilt and INSANE bitch)



;

i never got it.
who stood by you all these time.
who racked her goddamned mind to find ways to lift your spirits.
who turned her head back all the time to make sure if you were okay.

but like whatever happens in my life,
no matter how hard i try, it never turns out the way i want it to be.

so in the end,
it just comes up to be that-

i'm not like a smart-ass six pointer who memorizes the periodic table and can recite all the cities in europe back to back.
i'm not cool like how you'd want me to be. rebellious, wide wide wide social network, downright hilarious sense of humour, never tell the punchline wrong kind of person.
and that i'm an extremely annoying person, or so people are telling me half the time.

oh, and noisy. and not very pretty. and insane. and lazy. and slow at running. and bad at dancing. and a magnet for trouble.

sorry that i'm not good enough for you.



okay, get used to this i'm-emoing-in-one-parag-and-the-other-i'm-hysterical-about-teen-pop-sensation-taylor-swift thing.



anyone of you who didn't give me a birthday present because idk,
a) you forgot, facebook reminded you
2) low on cash
3) huh, say what. algae has a birthday?
4) you hate me
5) other reasons, please state: ______

you can buy me the bestest birthday present ever by sponsoring part of my taylor swift concert ticket because yes, i admit, it's goddamned expensive, but at the same time, it's probably the once in the lifetime chance that i'll ever see her.
and you can also take it as the money you pay at the funeral, because one of the most important things i must do before i die is to see her in the flesh, the blond hair, the blue eyes.

thankyou thankyou thankyou.

the above totally sounds like those charity shows where they play those clips in black and white and after that you'll see those bunch of rich kids sitting in front row with their trophy wives an ralph lauren suits tapping at the sides of their eyes to wipe away the non-existent tears.

but no, you're not like those mean people right.
so yingyi, sponsor meeeeee.

cause i save a dollar a day. and it'll take me 7months to save up like 150bucks?
which means my buy-a-whole-loaf-of-wholemeal-bread-and-everyone-asks-are-you-crazy-or-crazy masterplan has to go on for a long long long time.



k-w-e-e-s-t-a-l,
please please please bring the taylor taylor taylor swift swift swift score and play for me!!!!

i swear, i will extend to you like a lifetime worth of gratitude and let you drag me around and whole school and make me pay for your green tea if you do that(((((:



i don't get it why some people are so pissed off why smart kids cry/complain/rant over their results even though it's like A1 A1 A1 A1 all the way.
dude, it's their business.
and you'll get used to it somehow when you're in a trip sci class.



bitch, please go away, kill yourself, jump off a building, jump into a blast furnance, jump onto a bed of needles, remove your ugly face from the face of earth, and vanish from all traces of our lives.
thankyou very extremely much.



T to the A to the Y-L-O-R!

-A-

my dear;
if my happy pill is not happy then how am i supposed to smile?



today was just a plain bullshit day.



okay, i'm sorry if i'm the worst counseller to people who scored badly for exams ever known to mankind, cause i'm always getting responses like that.

'you okay or not?'
'i failed ____'
'don't be sad! it's okay one!'
'how much did you get'
*insert grades here*

then she will shoot with me the can-you-please-fucking-go-away look.



case two:

'how did you do?'
'terribly! i feel like crying now.'
'how much did you get.'
*insert grades here*
'you talk what shit. your marks so high, still say.'



and the one that makes me the happiest-

'aiyoooo! don't look so sad! how much did you get?'
'A2.'
'i got C6 leh.'
'ironic huh, the one who's gotten a C6 is dancing around like santa claus comforting the one with an A2.'

lovelovelove sitting next to the PRC people when they swear as they look upon their A2 with anguished face while yours sincerely punch the air in triumph when i passed by three-and-a-half marks.



okay, but whatever,
i screwed the whole goddamned endyears up and i'm not going to cry over the fact that i didn't score A1 for my sciences (the first time in my secondary school life major examination history EVER, period)
and sitting in my tri sci kia class sometimes sucks:

'how much you get?'
'91.5!'
'oh, i got 93.5!'

and then you stare at your pathetic B4 on your paper.



and even though screwed up grades doesn't exactly mean that i should rush to throng the streets of orchard in skyscraper heels. but then again, whatever. the teachers can say whatever they like.

'shut up, keep quiet'
'how many times do you want me to repeat this'
'let's see if you can laugh after you receive your paper.'
'this is your third year going through papers, and you don't know how to keep quiet?'
'MARK SHEET. WHERE IS THE MARK SHEEEEEEET.'

and i scretly laugh at the fact that they're all probably going to die prematurely because heart attack claims like alot of lives (mr frith is spared though cause he's really nice even though our english must be terrible. sweetest teacher ever. he calls our compostions sophiscated and stylish. seriously, he makes me sound as if i'm j.k rowling).
so yeah, that's in your face for all the screaming that probably doesn't do us any good at all.



i want that GQ magazine badly. (diana argon!!!!!!! screams&squeals!)
yay yay yay but i bought my 10dollar taylor swift magazine (with only 5pages of taylor swift)
!



lovelovelove writing emo songs.
-A-

But you don't know,
What you don't know.

Someday I'll be living in a big old city,
And all your ever gonna be is mean.
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me,
And all your ever gonna be is mean.

Why you gotta be so mean?

You, with the switching sides,
And wildfire lies, and humiliation.
And you, have pointed out my flaws again.
As if I don't already see them.

I walk with me head down,
Trying to block you out, cause' I never impress you.
I just want to feel okay again.


the LOVE of my life.
the BLOND in my eyes.
the GIRL of my dreams.




YAY! today was such a fun day(:

had my hands henna-ed and the name of the love of life is on my hand!!!!!
(and the girl who did is another TAYLOR SWIFT fan! how cool!)
and chinese opera was a major ROFL-
me + shayna = total fail at chinese!
JIALE + YIXIN + NURIN = hilarious.

plus, dance wasn't even that bad.




laura darling;

thankyou(:
i know your life will be dull and uninteresting without my insane affection towards you and my listening ear, yeah, and i shall take your advice and look at the world with both my right and left eye, i'm sure it'll be a nicer place to look at. but you and her should patch up or else i'll end up being cock-eyed. and and and i didn't bitch about you i swear.

and don't worry, i'm happy.
with you, i'm always happy.

(and i blogged about you! seems like a really long time already, be honored!)




OHNONONONO,
my favourite junior broke her leg):
cast, crutches, wheelchairs and all.
please please please get well soon.




;

i don't know what words can i use to describe your level of fake-ness. it's like, have you ever done plastic surgery on your heart? if there ever was a two-faced bitch competition, you wouldn't just claim top prize, the sash, the tiara and all.

you'll be crowned as the queen of two-faced bitches.

so please do not going around saying that i'm a mean bitch, a big fat bully and liar and whore and slut and make it all out to be that you're the little meek innocent lamb that goes around with an outstretched hand, breathing in other people's pity like it's air.




oh, and i forgot if i mentioned this in my last blog post.

i think i'll never see an A1 for math ever again.
(shut up people if you're thinking 'oh she always say she never study and in the end still get super high marks, what a hypocritical bitch'. i mean it, stfu.)
miss chin's leaving us for good to study in new york (!!!) and all that good jazz,
and since the fuel that drives me to do surds, logs and trigo was to make miss chin proud and she's saying buh-bye,

I REALLY HATE THE SCHOOL.

i really feel like failing all my subjects, get an L1R5 of 54 and complain to the ministry about what the shit school is this and their stupid i-got-band-1-for-7-years-in-a-row-only-one-in-singapore shit will be like this-legacy-cant-be-continued. and it'll one big fat tight slap in their faces.
(if only. can't afford to screw my grades up though.)




ohgosh, why did this blogpost end on such a bad tone.
think happy, be postitive, and smile.
you can do it, algae.


-A-

lovin' taylor's latest single (insert heart),
and this is one tight slap for those people who say that all she ever writes about are pathetic songs about pinning over failed high school romances.



i don't get it, i really don't.
you should probably fly down to my living hall now to explain to me.

why do you people always like to pick on me.
i know i'm not part of the average crowd,
i know i'm not so high and almighty like you and your as-close-as-yarn-in-a-knitted-sweater friends who think that they're second to none,
that never gave you a right to piss me off.
but before you start rattling off on what a ugly slut i am,
think about how you're screwing up your own life.

(and the best part is she didn't even stand up for me)




okay, so whatever;

school's like a complete drag queen,
told laoshi that principal addresses were like 'limited vocabulary kind of a talk because all the principal can pronounce is 1.0, where is the bloody 1.0 and how we're all so stupid and we totally corrode the school's perfect image of being band1 schools and all that holy shit'
and she totally gave me that are-you-fucking-serious look.

and miss chin is leaving.
and like another whole bunch of awesome good good teachers are leaving the school because apparently 'the bitch' apparently has taste comparable to those slutwhores who wear purple with yellow and orange and lime green and say I'M THE NEXT KATY PERRY, SO HOT HUH.
so i should totally forget about the dance trip to italy cause i will be failing all my subjects cause i will be having teachers who walk into the class and say OH. TRAPEZIUM. WHAT'S THAT, CLASS? or those who use happy meals to teach biology.

for the love of god, save me.



oh and BLAH BLAH BLAH, LIKE I'M KE-KE-KE-SHA.
YAY and hippe-ooray cause all the teachers think that we'er stupid and worthless and hopeless and brainless and idk.
the results are going to be released on friday and prepare for voices of scratchy sixty year olds breathing onto the mike and amplifying throughout the entire auditorium.
1.0!!!!!
your petphrase, our cue to roll our eyes.



the night's young and so are you,
dress however you like.
say whatever you want.
cause you're only going to have this one shot.


BYE BITCH.
(i want go italyyyyyyyy. imagine picturesque venice and florence and rome and then 'HIIIII, I'M ALGAYYY' that horrifying face pops up against the backdrops of passionate musicians and museums)


-A-

Don't tell me or her who to love.




truth or dare?
truth;
i hate apologizing. i hate admitting that i'm wrong. i hate having to swallow my pride and say sorry.

and that's probably the reason why i'm keeping my distance.

plus, it just dawned upon me how hard is it to be friends with two people at loggerheads, constantly devising plans to make sure the other will die a death of misery.
both of you are people that i love.
she's like my right eye and she's my left eye, and now i have to choose to shut one.
and i don't wish for people around us to feel that way. they have the right to love both of us.

so,
denise made the first move.
laura made the first move.
yy made the first move.

so why can't you?




thankyou!
for the vote of confidence.

thankyou for calling me weird and dropping not-so-subtle comments questioning my sexuality when i play my guitar, singing upon the most beautiful girl on my laptop's wallpaper.
thankyou for equating my music to the slaughtering of chickens in farm house and that you'd rather listen to the sound of drilling and soldering drowning the voice of the people around you.
thankyou for saying a whole paragraph and letting me infer that in your mind, i'm just a fat and ugly and stupid and worthless and frigid little spoilt brat.

thankyou for predicting my future since all your other children didn't turn out to be huge lawyers, infamous doctors, well-loved politicians, world-class musicians (wait, you don't even consider music as something. piano? what piano? *scoffs*)



youknow;
that i know that people are saying that i'm a hypocritical bitch just because i'm all anti-kpop and that whole bunch of let's-camp-overnight-to-see-those-plastic-asians and that i myself here fantasize alot a really drop-dead gorgeous blond whose songs in your eyes, all sound the same.

roll your eyes, go on, do it.

but what sets me apart from those people is not that westerners are cooler than a bunch of asians who used to be a plastic surgeon's dream or are mass produced in a barbie doll factory in china.

(i typed like a whole paragraph of why-is-taylor-swift-cooler-than-you and i realized i'm not exactly her PR manager, so i deleted it)

taylor swift is just cooler, period.



okay, today's post is just a cuckoo post cause i'm bored out of my mind and my fingers are BLEEDING. like gosh, annoying pieces of shit. i hate you fingers, you can't withstand my dance teacher's utmost important talks about elegance and sophisticated-ness and now, you can't even press on the goddamned guitar strings for more than two hours. go screw yourself, ask the middle finger to point at you, can? thankyou.

ohmigod, my aunty just called and she says she wants to be bring me to go dress-shopping warns me not to bring my mom along cause she's like a bucket of ice cold water. muacks, loveyou(:

'can i buy this?'
'buy for what. wear this, wear that, still look the same. don't waste my money.'

thankgod for people like my sis and aunty who indulge and splurge on me like a fifteen year old daughter they never had.

(yay! going vivo! lovelovelove, going to meet my beloved sis there!)


-A-

THANKGOD!

now i can finally say adieu to scratching my neck in the middle of the night and waking up with bloodstained fingernails and inch-long scars, sleep-skinpeeling, insane sleep talking that wakes my mom up and of course, the crazy mugging that i gave up half way through.

oh and if cedar, you were looking for signs of mental illnesses among the student population, maybe my sleep-screaming and self-mutation activities while i'm unconscious could be of some help?



OMGWHKP!!!!

TWO MORE SINGLES FROM YOU, NO KIDDING ME?
ILOVEYOU TO BITS, TAYLOR.

for the fans of mr.half-naked-werewolf-from-twilight,
TAYLOR SWIFT WROTE A SONG ABOUT HIM.
even though i hate the man, i love the song.
and if you were wondering, it's called 'back to december'

10 MORE DAYS TO THE RELEASE OF HER THIRD ALBUM AND STINKING SINGAPORE IS NOT PRE-ORDERING IT.



what freakin' freedom were we saying when our emath endyears finished?
lesson extensions, postiche dance lessons, and then oh-you-failed-so-you-retain checking paper sessions.
and i celebrated my mark of freedom prevailing over haunting exams by borrowing 'treating brain injured children' from the library.
woah, krystal was extremely right about the algae-has-no-life thing.

(even scholars have more fun than me. they hit the streets of orchard once eng says 'you may go now', i google taylor swift after returning to an empty house)



i want to get electric blue extensions.
i want to get a rose tattoo.
i want to wear glitter eyeliner and mascara like a slut.
cause i'm cool and awesome and uncaring like that.

(totally helpful for my application for work experience at the law firm and stock exchange)






So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night,
And I go back to December all the time.
Turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you,
Wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine.
I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right.
I go back to December all the time.


-A-

i swear, LIFE IS AWESOME WITHOUT YOUR PRESENCE.



*i curse in vietnamnese*
viet scholar: aiyoo, algae! cannot say one!
chi scholar1: what does that mean?
me and px: uh...
chi scholar2: is it a bad word?
me: kind of.
chi scholar2: does it mean fuck?

EPIC.
and i thought i was vulgar and all that good jazz.
and i thought chi scholars always complain that they will fail their english oral but godddd, they pronounced 'fuck' with the utmost clarity.
GOSHHHHH.

lovelovelove scholars and nerds like px.



okay and yes I KNOW i'm supposed to be studying and mugging, writing a few thousand essays, sleeping on my bio textbook hoping that stupid cardiac cycles and ultrafiltration will diffuse into my pea-sized brain.
BUT I'M NOT.
too bad.




ohandyes, i think i've probably mentioned this four zillion times but whatever i'm going to continue saying it cause no one's on msn and i'm bored like shit and i refuse to study. blah.

dear school,
you think that just because there are students who wind up with depression, you just stick this 'how to destress and live heathily' talk to us, all of us will go lay a yoga mat on the floor and start to meditate, feel at peace, study more and give you your holy 1.0?
i'm extend my most sincere apologies to you, BUT NO.

the best way to help us de-stress is to go screw yourself.



lovelovelove study dates with awesome kids like yy, denise, margie, xt and wanxin!
lovelovelove failed lets-study-plan with rachel and px!
lovelovelove truth and dare with px, vi, aiqian and jaslyn!

but everytime you try to butt in with your omg-isnt-my-laugh-adorable-and-dont-yaaa-lurve-my-sense-of-mofo-humor. I SHUDDER AND SIGH AND LOOK AT MY CHEM NOTES.


-A-

YAY!
presenting my new love: SELENA GOMEZ!

nah, don't worry i'm still a taylorswift-girl at heart but SELENA GOMEZ IS AWESOME.

she sings spanish! like how cool is that? i bet no one knows that she sings spanish.
she performs live awesome-er than taylor swift!
she's gorgeous!!! (prettier than demi lovato, can't believe i didn't get sel's album)
and like what taylor swift does, she loveslovesloves her fans alot, she cried over her fans in a meet and greet!

and why selena > miley,
she's one hundred and two percent real. real eyes, real cheeks, real lips, real boobs.

the reason why taylor > selena,
TAYLOR'S BLONDDDD(and i love caramel blondes, strawberry blondes and platinum blondes all alike) and she writes her own songs!.



okayokayokay, so someone needs to tell me to stop stalking american girls (gosshhh, you're a phedophile!) and start mugging cause today's i-need-to-study-or-i-will-kenna-retain plan FAILED EPICLY. half of ss, a chapter of bio and three newton laws.
(i even had time to go out to shop for shoes and buy dinner, how industrious is that.very, apparently.)


-A-

happy children's day!

guess that the figure1.1 above is like kind of random and irrelevant but it's like the very few pictures of kids i have in my comp and it's taken proudly taken by your sincerely, and no i'm not secretly a phedophile if anyone was wondering.

but then again,
when was the last time i've held someone's hands so tightly?
when was the last time my smile was that genuine?

even though i'm not like a number one fan or kids, (i totally think they should be banned cause they drink too much milk and their diapers strain our limited resources)
my trip to this poor poor poorer than poor, the kind of you-read-in-the mags-where-people-survive-on-1usd-a-day-and-my- green-tea-bottle-costs-like-1usd-like-woah-that-happens school in rural thailand taught my something;
you don't need fifteen As or ten thousand dollars or the world to be your friend to be happy.

cause these kids are the happiest lot of people i've seen for a long time,
and some of them don't wear shoes, they step on painful gravel on bare foot.

so that's a meaningful children's day hey-i'm-a-minister-and-you-singaporeans-kids-should-count-your-blessings speech, a peaceful break from my insane bitching.



so, how did we singaporeans celebrate children's day(oh, and our children's day is fake one, it's not international kind where all children of different skin colors hold hands and stand on the world that kind of streotype pictures. today is china's national day too!)

okay and even though i'm 15 and i'm not exactly a kid but whatever,
we're all young at heart!

yep, young at heart people get like a packet of prawn crackers from our bio teachers which immediately devour during chen's lesson, and a sweet from miss chin!
and our whole class went insane and we kept well-wishing each other happy children's day.
the sad life of trip sci kia, we study so much until the littlest things amaze us.

(but i don't study like mad mad and stuff still amaze me. woah, how intellectual, elgenia)



yay! we had physics today(:
gosh, our definition of physics is like 50minutes of non-stop comedy by our lovely stand-up comedian who fiddles with his hands and waits expectantly for the class to respond to insane physics questions and caught me daydreaming during lesson - no i mean, play time.

lovelovelove drawing diamonds! heh, random much. and btw, it's not the four-sided fake-o diamonds that we draw in primaryone, it's the woah cool chemistry tetrahedral kind.
lovelovelove watching scholars draw their national flags and their faces light up in glee cause idk, it's like cool to see people so happy and they're so innocent and child-like even though their brains are like isaac netwon-ish.
lovelovelove influencing them to not become model students!!! heh, we teach them how to 'walau' 'wahpiang' and how to to be messy and not to hand in homework cause it's awesome shit to be rebellious.

and singing off-key miley cyrus songs during recess is epic.
lovelovelove!



you know when exams are comingwhen you nap in the afternoon and you jerk out of slumber with you know that annoying song that they play in the train station, the 'train is coming... train is coming... please queue up!' that stupid asshole shit that freaks the hell out of me everytime they blast it, your brain remix-ed it itself and it becomes 'exams are coming... exams are coming' and that totally ruined my siesta.
hatehatehate this.



and to end my wonderfully random and not so interesting blog post of the day,
I.ATE.ALGAE.TODAY!
nah, it's not a sick joke where i sink my teeth into my arm (even though my haters would love to see that coming true, wouldn't you?) or when i lick off the sides of an aquarium or drink up a whole pond full of algae and another thousand different bacteria in it.
my mom (like me) is not exactly the most sane person in the world so when she saw this algae thing at the idk, supermarket, she obviously bought it cause i really really don't know, it's cool to see your daughter eating herself up or it's just cool shit cause no one eats green pond scum.
yep, so i ate myself. tasted pretty good. and just blasted three hundred words on having algae for dinner.

don't you just lovelovelove the way i blog cause i have so much cool things happening in my life?
(how right is that)



pssst, my momma's d-d-d-drinking absolute vodka but she doesn't want to share it with meee cause she says it'll make me stupid-er than i already am. BLAH, BLAH, BLAH (hello, i'm kesha!)


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