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Hey, I'm Melissa. I'm the girl who is best friends with love and still believes prince charming exists somewhere out there-- fully equipped with great eyes and an immature sense of humor. I wear too many bracelets and I can't concentrate on the conversation if the TV's on. I love surprises and hardwood floors. My lucky number is 13 and right now my toenails are painted 5 different colors. I love Taylor Swift and I hope you her too. This is my blog, and I love you for looking at it.



Friday, May 20, 2011
I need to study harder!

Today was really depressing. I mean, it's Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday, everybody's looking forward to the weekend, right? (I hate that song by the way) Whoever heard of Friday blues? It's been a darned unlucky day right since I woke up. Sleepy, yes, that I could handle, I do everyday; Philo and Ong SJ getting mad about 15 an absurdly large amount of people not submitting their work, yes I can handle, I'm immune to yelling; Bio and not getting a single word, yes, I can handle, done that for the past half a year; checking of GPA, NO I CANNOT, CANNOT HANDLE!!!

Goddamn it, I was in for such a nasty surprise. When I checked with Jinyao previously, I thought I got a 3.3 something, which is on the low-end but not yet horrible. Sadly, the truth was to be that I had a 3.09, which was, well, the Hard Truth despite my frantically trying to disprove it. That sucked, because a lot of my grades bordered on a higher one but always missed by a couple of marks. I wish they counted in the SA for Social Studies too, which would have made my 2.0 a 3.2.

Well, all I can say is: shit. (not gonna tell Mom until absolutely necessary)

Next, French contrôle and orale. Hah. I don't need no nasty shocks to tell me which alphabet I got - same as the first letter of the subject. The listening comprehension passage was so long I dozed off. Sorry, but I couldn't help that! I probably should quit this stupid thing, but I know I will regret it and part of me just doesn't want to let it go. French is such a beautiful language (even if I do hate it).

Okay next les miserables of the day, I fell of the bus while trying to alight because I was groping around behind my back for my other bag strap and it was so dark I missed my footing and fell out in this REALLY glamorous fashion that made me SO glad for the blackness of night. But I bet the neon pinkness of my face could light up the Strip, though.

SHIT. SHIT IT. SHIT IT ALL.

Okay, now I'm sitting here all worked up after eating some orange dumplings (HAHA DON'T ASK WHY) and I SOLEMNLY VOW TO TRY EMPHASIZE ON TRY TO BE A MODEL STUDENT NEXT SEMESTER AND DISCOVER MY INNER BRIGHTNESS. Haha you can forget the last part. Just kidding. LOL.

Gonna get a coffee now.