Unlikely to what I expected Thursday would be hell for me, I am almost right about it. Yes, it was almost a hell for most of us unfortunately. I was officially down with flu this morning and suffered terrible headache throughout Contemporary Business’ class—of which I didn’t even take proper notes and started drabbling and doodling while in pain. Oh great, here comes mid-term next week and here I am doodling. Mommy will be so proud of me.
Another story of hell is about the girls from my Public Relation’s class—I mean, the two unlikely girls who will never make it into my friends’ list. The girls who my friend called as “plastic girls” because of not genuine selves that are hard to flick away like rubbish—like plastic, not degradable. Oh come on, I don’t know how many layers of make-up did you put on your fake face but hey, I am a girl who could see it through all the layers. You b#tches smoke on cancer stick and denied it bluntly. Oh f#cking stupid, I’d seen it so enough with the innocent act and just put on your genuine selves, b#tches. Thick make-up for college; I don’t think so, b#tches. What do you girls think the classes we attend are? Some place for you b#tches to f#ck up and everything? And one more thing, hands off my male friends, you f#cking ugly b#tches from hell who walked around in stilettos and cigarettes. May you girls die of lung cancer in the future.
I mean like seriously, who the hell you girls think you are just banging into someone else’s friendship and made things as if it never happened between us and them. Those b#tches have hurt my friend so freaking much, I want to strangle them right this moment and dump their corpse into the lake—may they rot in hell. But I can’t. I still wish I could. Those b#tches are making our friends ignoring us—as if they never know us. They are snatching the precious times we spent with our Journalism’s friends with their f#cking stupid sudden appearances. What the f#ck is wrong with them and those boys who are too busy being f#ck up by those b#tches. As usual, excuse my language dear.
Even more unfortunate story for my dearest wallet—I came home with only coins in my wallet. Yes, I have spent every last notes in my wallet this week. Oh damn it. I have to get this financial dilemma solved before I face any other consequences next week. God bless Friday and my class-free Friday. Now I need a fast plan to collect money fast before I need to spend it to buy something nice for the charity event. Oh yes, the works are piling up and we are trying to move in a quick pace right now. So little time, so many things to be done.
Mid-term is coming, guys. I should really hit the notes and memorize everything instead of wasting my time writing this long useless post about my terrible Thursday. On a brighter note, thank you for keeping me alive throughout this day.
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