an animal get turned into roadkill. Like in front of me. and the squeal of it too. (heard that). that was intense.
I shouldn’t be on Tumblr, typing this, at this time. But you know, it bothered me, and stuff. So like, I guess, ungrateful school? I mean, wow, all my awards were outside awards. And you’d think I’m automatic for Outstanding Achievement in Math? I mean, I’m not pissed off about it or anything, but like… wow. But what I’m really pissed off about is badminton athlete of the year nominations. I don’t think I should win, but I think I at least deserve a nomination. Because, how does someone who doesn’t really show up to practice all the time (I haven’t missed one), doesn’t help JV or train or w/e (yeah, I’m tired of doing that and sacrificing my time and making myself bored to help a lot of them), and shirks authority (whatever) win? Anyway. Go train yourselves and don’t waste my time. Assholes.
at least I have Stanford badminton -.-, even though it’s not daily (from what I saw) and is probably kind of a joke compared to other schools. Eh.
- Charles: "Sex is not the answer. 'Sex?' is the question. 'Yes' is the answer.
good thing i know how to set my priorities straight.
Now, if only I had pokémon…
i was so emo, i stabbed myself in the wrist. cool!
the entirety of my left upper arm must’ve been burned or something.
(i have a really weird, big birthmark).
I took a stabbing through the stomach. cool.
Sooooo someone stabbed my ass and I died from that? NICE TRY EHEHEHEH
doubt it. i have a cm wide one on the side of my foot. doesn’t sound very deadly.
a scar beside my left eye? probably an infection. a scar still would’ve been badass. XD
It sure took a lot to kill me :o