Sep. 24th, 2003

ithika: (hallelujah)
Hm. Not sure where that subject came from.
Oh, well.
Yeah. Poor Alan. :( *offers 'im a "be happy" bag of confetti*
Hm, need to finish Digital Media. Have. Done heaps. Garrr.
Geography test. GOD DAMN.
Heh, tomorrows the last day, and I find out if I get a leadership role
*waves flags*
ithika: (Default)
Don't really have anything to say.
Blah blah blah, life, blah, blah blah blah, blah blah.

Gonna 'splode soon, so it doesn't matter anyway.
ithika: (helping)
but that was because I was in a bad mood, so I decided, fk you bad mood, I'm going to update my freakin' journal.
I just ate about 10 mints at once, and now my mouth is on fire.
It's a good feeling.
Hm.
If I seem distant, vague and irritable, it's coz I'm distant, vague and irritable. So don't try to comment on it... I wouldn't reccomend it, anyway.
I have an idea of why I'm feeling this way, but of course, I'll never say anything because I can't. God. Damn.
I'm just having a negative rant about crap things here, so if you don't want to listen to me rant and whine about how incredibly fed up I am with the way the world works, don't read on.

Actually, I can't be arsed to pour out my mind into this journal. It won't acheive anything, and I don't have anything else to say. If I dwell on how pissed off I am, it won't go away.
So, I'm off to read fanfiction, do personality quizzes, and acheive nothing for the next half hour.
Bye.

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