I'm such a procrastinating procrastinator. I'm such a lazy bitch when it comes to studying and i resent myself for it. I'm a self-denying crammer, i leave it until last minute then cram like a fat kid robbing a bakery. I then bitch and moan until i'm delightfully suprised (or more relieved) with my results and always self-certifying in the claim that i WILL revise prematurely next time to avoid the self-torture i'm currently putting myself through over failing to study. But did i revise today? You bet your ass i didn't.
Nope i've been more concerned with reading, fretting over my grammatical errors, completely puzzles, eating noodles and watching films, all on my own. Oh i adore my sullen nature in times like these, i've bitten all my beautiful nails off though and i'm sulking. I've also got the most un-godly urge to watch wedding date again and coo over the line 'i think i'd miss you if i never even met you' - i'm not sure whether Carrie of SATC was right about modern life being romance intolerant. My life feels personal-'awww' absent... but then do i want to take a male hooker to a wedding only for him to fall in love with me? I don't think so.
I think the secret to love is there is no secret. We have our most awakening sexual experiances before we're even old enough to have them, and a lot of love is making sacrifices. How selfless of us. Someone said to me once that we die alone for a reason... so again i'm back to my day spent alone. It was pretty sweet..
Either way i think this whole feminism thing is getting ahead of me a little, i should step back before i'm refusing to shave my armpits and using Cyndi Lauper and the pledges of Mary Crisp as a bible to life.
'sleep all day, party all night, never grow old, never die, its fun being a vampire'
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