ROomie had to wake me up 3 times this morning. UNfortunately he left a little too early couldn't get someone to pull me out of bed.
MIssed school.
Hey, I'd like to call it delayed exhaustion(Delayed exhaustion is a term used when someone goes through paintball in the morning, bowling in the afternoon, took a 11.50$ taxi ride and then mrt cause taxi was getting unbearable and eating at Lei Garden listening to conversations about what a warmongering country America is and how there hasn't been a year it hasn't been at war since World WAr 2 the day before), definitely tough day yesterday.
Ok, OR MAYBE its because I'm moody, and I couldn't find a reason to go to school. WHatever the reason I'm at home I was looking through http://fishcole.blogspot.com/ on this emo little girl who does a good impression of a goldfish with her lips. Pretty ugly tho.
FOund a link. http://http//www.quizbox.com/personality/test80.aspx?q=b
So I took some tests.
HOW WELL DO I GET ALONG WITH OTHERS? - interesting.... something I always wanted to know.
REsult : You can make friends with anyone(woot!) and are always interested in what people have to say, but you can also spend time alone quite happily and without getting bored. You don't overreact to things around you, and people consider you to be a bit of a cool cucumber
Cool!~ So I can . be . alone . and . not . get .bored.... okayyyyyyy.........
WHATS ON MY MIND? - *no comment*
Result : If your house was on fire, you would risk your life to dash back in to collect your bank book and tax papers rather than a photo album or the first love letter your sweetheart ever wrote you.(Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo) At least you would feel remorseful afterwards. You sometimes feel torn between your work and your love life, but when it comes to the crunch, your work is more important.
WHat.... THe... FUuuuuuuck? I'd risk my life and run back into my burning house to save a scrapbook and bills? What.... THe... FUuuuuuuuuuuck? Where's all the money gone???
I'm done with this, this is rubbish. I swears it.
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