Mathematics and other low life scum

I'm tired. I really really hate schoolwork. It is all so unbearable.

Class can be fun but it's kind of difficult. All my classmates have brilliant brains and they can do the work the teacher gives out.

Ohh but it's so hard!!

Business studies and Economics are unapplicable to my life. Why should I do homework for them? The demand curve shifts left, so what? Also, why should I bother about the difference between public limited companies and private limited companies?

Chemistry and Biology are all right, but they're so useless! Why why why should I care about the number of electrons in Lithium or Calcium?

But that's not all. My brain has already shriveled up from over-exposure to maths.

I hate thinking about numbers and formulas and little squiggles signifying some mathematical term. I also despise calculation and letters standing in for unknown numbers.

How is any of this enjoyable?
200 times x to the power of 6 over 49x blah blah blah etc.

But I don't want to give up. No, I have too much pride. I don't want to be known as the girl who buckled under the stress and had nervous breakdowns for years afterwards.

I shall just endure this ordeal and allow myself the indulgence of a cry every now and then.

10 'bad' comics

(The numbering seems out because this is the third edition)

Signing in...

Every time I try logging in to Blogger, the stupid thing always asks me to retype my password. It's not like I enter in the wrong password.

Bum bum bum. A-nnoying.

Just like Twilight.

Too cool for

School. School. School. I used to hate that word.

The people are fun. Yes they are.

Arms

Baby
Its all I can do to
Thank you
Cause every time you wrapped those arms around me
I felt I was home cause
Everything made sense when you were with me

('baby' by the coolest band in the world, relient k)

This song does not apply to my life. It's just very indiscriminate.

Hashtag

#igottacrushon: @matthewthiessen

You can't forget the orange!

Did you notice? I always name my posts. Practically all my posts have titles.

You know why, you know why? Because of the colours.

???

When I name my post, then the entire post has that finished, three colour look.

Aren't I strange? I guess that's what I love about myself.

Always, always

You give me hope, and hope it gives me life
You touch my heavy heart, and when you do you make it light
As I exhale I hear your voice
And I answer you, though I hardly make a noise
And from my lips the words I choose to say
Seem pathetic, but it's a fallen man's praise
Because I love you
Oh God, I love you

When I go down
I lift my eyes to you
I won't look very far
Cause you'll be there
With open arms
To lift me up again

(when i go down - relient k)

Pulling your hair

I've got a hairy face. There's so much hair that you can't even see my eyes.

But don't worry about it. I'm going to go shave now.

That's all

I don't really like putting out friend requests on Facebook. I think it's a pride issue.

Farewell

I can't believe it. You'e actually leaving. Well, I want you to know that you've always been a good friend to me. One thing I like about you was that you always helped me when I needed to be alone.

You usually made me look good, and for that, I thank you. You are so dear to me. But my mother doesn't really approve of our friendship ties so I'm afraid I shall have to part with you.

I will have you for a little while more and then you'll be gone. I'll probably keep a part of you with me, and everytime I look at that thing, I'll remember you.

We had such a great time together. It was so lovely to watch you grow. You're probably one of my best friends.

We had a great friendship, and I'm going to miss you terribly. Don't forget me, my darling. I hope you won't take this badly. I never really wanted to part, but I suppose this is it.

Goodbye, my beautiful, wonderful, long hair. I'll keep you in my heart.

Love, Alyssa.

More than

Oooooh.

Why is it that girls always compare themselves with other girls? It's just a big circle of "She's prettier than me."s.

Always always she's prettier/taller/thinner/confident-er/popular-er etc.

I say boo to that, though I wish I were a guy.

Oops

Oh goodness. I've just been reading my old posts and I feel so embarrassed for myself! Please don't do the same (read my old posts, I mean).

They're filled with rambles about being sad and stupid, etc. I don't think I'd be brave enough to post that kind of thing now.

Sorry for burdening you, last time. I guess what I did wasn't very wise. I apologize again.

(Ugh, the computer screen just went yellow)

Seasonal information

Everytime I have a crush on someone, I feel sorry for that person. Who would want a random girl mooning over him?

Don't worry, I'm not going to go into an 'i suck' thing. I'm just sayin'. I don't think any guy would like to hear that a random girl is enamoured of him.

Yeah, that's all.

Anyway, don't take this as an allusion to me liking someone. No way, man.

More comics!!

I just had to put this up. READ IT PLEASE.