Time to write my essay.

I cannot procrastinate any longer.

Dobby

I'M FREEEEEEEEEE!
*happydance*

I'm failing half my exams and just-passing the others but I don't care anymore.

I got my SAT score finally! I was stressing out about it so much that I couldn't concentrate on one word of physics, which i s probably the reason I had to leave half the paper.
Just as I was about to go to sleep I got a text message saying the cores were here and i was suddenly wide awake and I was so scared and i opened the computer as fast as I could but it took forever to on, and then the internet just had to choose that moment to be slow and it was absolute agony because they asked my to type in my password thrice and I forgot my username- which was my name- and then, FINALLY, the page opened. But the score was in separate parts for reading writing and math so i ran around the house like a headless chicken trying to find a calculator, which of course I couldn't find until I realised that the computer had a calculator in it so I ran back and calculated my score.
I got a 2100.

This was my face. Because i hadn't even studied until two weeks before.

The awful thing was that a few of my friends got really bad scores. one, who had been taking SAT classes for 3 months and who studied for it everyday in school, texted me her score, and then asked what i got. I felt so bad. I didn't know what to say.

I want to learn sign language.

I'm failing.

I was bored with the title and I didn't like it. This is temporary. It looks funny to me.

This blog is the reason I am not studying. Actually, the whole of blogger is.
I wish I could deactivate my account like I can for Facebook. But Facebook's not the problem here.

STUPID IDIOTIC DUNDERHEAD.
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Bas. No more blogger till the thirteenth.
BAI :(


Added on 3 hours later:  You  have absolutely NO IDEA what it's like to stop yourself from going on Blogger and Fictionpress when the computer is open RIGHT THERE in front of you when you're so addicted to both, and your physics book is lying on your desk, taunting you.
This is part of my punishment, isn't it, God?

Thing-ness.

I am such a... Thing. I don't even know what to call myself.
I don't want to apply to universities that only ask for school records, and no other personal things, because it's like they don't care about anything but grades. However, all the universities i am applying to that DO require all this stuff, I complain about, because I DON"T want to do the gazillions of essays. Kill me.

Also, I am going to Hell.
Today, I was talking to my mum about whether or not I actually exist, or whether anybody actually exists, and getting all philosophical, and then I accidentally said something that made God angry. I couldn't help saying it. I was THINKING it, and i can't control what my mouth says. And my mum told me I shouldn't say stuff like that. But after I said it, my brain started thinking MORE about it. I tried to stop thinking about it by thinking about Harry Potter, but it didn't really work. And then God decided to punish me by making me bite my tongue really really hard while I was eating my grapefruit, so every time I ate anything for the rest of the day it stung. It's not as bad as the time I bit my tongue so hard it started to bleed, but still.

I deserve to be struck my lightning.

Oh haan, I said I was going to write about the dog biting me, and i was going to make it all dramatic and stuff, but I've told the story so many times now I've gotten sick of it.
Basically, There was this crazy evil mother dog in the park, and I made the mistake of saying "where did the cute puppies go?" and it heard me and it started growling at me as i crossed her and the chased after me and tried to bite me but bit my shalwaar instead which i didn't notice until after I got home cuz my kurta was really long, but it didn't break skin. after i got home from school, I had to go somewhere else and then a shaadi, and then i went to sleep and then my mum woke me up in the middle of the night freaking out about it and took me to the ER and I had to get a tetanus shot and a rabies shot an then I had to keep going back to get a bazillion more rabies shots. They hurt.

And now I'm scared to death of the dog.
i passed her again and she growled at me. I nearly peed my pants. and then when I went again, I SWEAR she was following me around, trying to be sneaky. My dad says I'm being over dramatic, But I'm NOT going there again. 

Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air - explode softly - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination. ~Robert Fulghum

Fictionpress

Today, I feel like writing. So today, I will write another chapter. Hopefully, I will finish it before the light goes. Because i don't know how long this writing feeling will last for. I have an English Language exam tomorrow, so I will call this practicing when my parents ask me what i am still doing on the computer. I should be writing my personal statement, but I REALLY want to write another chapter.

Oh, and I've decided that NaNoWriMo is IMPOSSIBLE in November. So I will hold my own NaNoWriMo in July. Who's with me?

In my next blog post, I will tell you about how I got (almost) bitten by a stray dog. And I will whine about how traumatic that was for me. But today I'm going to go finish that chapter.

:3 <-- Will somebody tell me what this sign means? I wish people would stop inventing new emoticons all the time. :/ <-- I only just figured out what that means.