June 2011
May 2011
I can’t express enough on how much I want to move out. I don’t want to deal with the constant yelling when I don’t come home on time, the nagging, the doing stuff for me and holding it over my head deal, no. NO more. I hate this shit. It was what ever when I was younger, but it consider it different now, I’m not a child; I can understand find without voices being raised, even then I didn’t need that.
I don’t know what the deal was today, maybe you were in a bad mood already, who knows but I definitely didn’t deserve that. And every this happens, it makes me wanna just stay home forever so I can never hear you yell about stupid shit like coming home late or stop what ever I could/might be doing just to make it home early. I don’t know what to say anymore or care to argue back because honestly, I’m exhausted from this same old routine - I’ll be gone soon and if you keep treating me like this, I don’t think I’ll be missing you much.
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EXPECTATIONS:
Economic - make higher than an 80 to keep a B
Latin III - make higher than a 55 to keep a B
Anatomy and Physiology - make a 97 or higher to make that A (I got this)
Statistic- (this is just ridiculous, fuck you SFA) make a 100 to keep an A
Biology - make a 97 or higher to make an A (This could happen)
Calculus - make a 97 or higher to make an A (I’m not even worried)
I’m ready for reality… I think.
Calculus- FE: 97 Sem avg: A
Latin III- FE: 77 Sem avg: B (That’ll show me to go back and change my answers -.-)
Biology II- FE: 95 Sem avg: A
Let's speak theoretically
EXPECTATIONS:
Economic - make higher than an 80 to keep a B
Latin III - make higher than a 55 to keep a B
Anatomy and Physiology - make a 97 or higher to make that A (I got this)
Statistic- (this is just ridiculous, fuck you SFA) make a 100 to keep an A
Biology - make a 97 or higher to make an A (This could happen)
Calculus - make a 97 or higher to make an A (I’m not even worried)
I’m ready for reality… I think.
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Justin and Selena in Las Vegas, 2009:
Justin and Selena in Las Vegas, 2011:
A mother passing by her daughter’s bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then she saw an envelope propped up prominently on the center of the bed. It was addressed, “Mom.” With the worst premonition, she opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:
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I reblogged this shit like 5times lmfaoo
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i should do this next time.
LMFAOOO
lol my mom would KILL me
OH MY GOD
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I'm gonna try to get shit done because I'm starting to lose all the fuck I use to give about school.
When you get all the words right when you're rapping.
you’re rapping like
Then after you’re like
