Gialis?

My fellow ladies...what would you do if your bf decied that he is a "gialis" and tells you when another female is calling his phone? what would be your reaction...to kick his butt? kick her butt? or kick both of their butts? lol...sadly majority of guys are so i gues thats life...

Yeahhhhh....My blog is a success

I hey followers. lol. hehehe..just joking my fellow readers. Feeling happy today because my teacher liked my blog. Let me reveal the truth to you guys...this blog came about as a part of final exam grade for B.I.S class. I must admit at first i thought this blog would not be so fun...however it turned out quite cool. it is very interesting to reveal my thoughts without breathing down my neck. Whooooo...success!!!

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Hey world...how was your day?
My day was great...devised a clever little plan to have some fun!! its nothing evil...just following the advice of a close friend...live life to the fullest and avoid regreting your life...I have ahd many moments that were once in a life time oporttunities...and never took advantage of them. Never agian will i do the same...life is to short for regret and not enough time for adventure...so ppl live life to the fullest.

Why?

Really people...what is the need of a research paper? Students don't want to do them nd teachers don't want to read them...so let us stop torturing ourselves and be free. Countless reseach papers have been returned to me with coffee or chicken stains on them, holes in the paper; and some have not been retured at all. You can count the amount of red spots on your paper indicating the paper has been read and understood rather than skimmed through. or on the reverse you can't help but notice the amount of red ink on the paper correcting tedious MLA for formats and annoying work citations or simply teachers disagreeing with your opinoin. For all these reasons, i ask waht is the point of these blasted things.

Another sleepless night

Another sleepless night...school is intended to be a good and healthy part of society for students, however, at times school is nothing more or less than torture. We are winding down to the end of the year and exams are right aound the bend. So many nights i pull at my hair...i'm wondering how is it that i don't have a bald spot. Final projects, final presenation, final exams....i swear the only final i want to here is the final descion that i am graduating. Long hours and sleep less night turn images of my teachers into prowling beasts at night trying to rip you apart. Well people still counting down the days...approximately 6 days left. I can't wait to get this over with!!!