I swear! Don't read when happy! This blog will be full of complaints!
I hate my life. Just shoot me now. Everything is going wrong. My bike broke down, there was an elephant on the road, my dog ate my homework, it rained and I broke my favorite pencil.
I hate my life. Just shoot me now. Everything is going wrong. My bike broke down, there was an elephant on the road, my dog ate my homework, it rained and I broke my favorite pencil.
No, I'm only joking (irish accent). It is actually SUPER DUPER hot outside and I didn't even go to school today simply because I have to study for my French oral exam tomorrow. That is right. A French oral exam. Will you succeed? Well, in this state of mind, no. It is so hot outside, that my braincells, I don't know, melted away or are on a vacation. Either way, they are not working. At all. C'est terrible. (Look at that, one braincell came back! Where have you been all day, young fellow?)
Anyway, today is not such a motivative day I must say. I found out that I have 2 resits. I will not go further into detail because then it will just be jadaajadaajadaa. Boooooring.
The feeling of having resits sucks big time. While I'm lying dead on the ground thinking my life is over and finding a way out trough the carpet, all my fellow 'facebookers' are happy commenting: "I past all my exams. Huzaaah. Summervacation." Not cool!
Furthermore, one reason I am allowed to complain is because I am awesome, and this is my blog, and it is very hot outside and I want to go to my bestie in New York City. That's actually more than one reason. Pretty good reasons I must say.
To end this horribly complaining post, I will now cheer you up with some music since I think you are all so compassionate. Thank you for letting me complain. I promise, the next post will be all happy and cheerfull, since it will probably be about how I nailed my resits and my summervacation.
Here's the music by the way. Little bit of Phil Collins, nice and swooning:
(I have yet to see this movie again, will do soon, after I have found the bright light at the end of the tunnel. Gosh, that sounds very depressed. It's not that bad, I'm just over exaggerating. I'm good at that!)
Ah, don't you just love to spill every little thing you have in your body. Happy people still happy? Told ya!
Ah, don't you just love to spill every little thing you have in your body. Happy people still happy? Told ya!
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