recently, im broke. and feeling tired. and have a new sense of drama.
broke, as in i haven't got my allowance yet. and i have to pay my rent. and pay for my bounced check. and buy new books. and pay for the broken car when afif & i knocked a deer last saturday. i've never been more broke it's actually hilarious. my new term starts in less than a week, for winchester's sake! shell, whats wrong?!
feeling tired, as in shell has made it a mandate for scholars to maintain a second upper degree. then shell assumed that a second upper degree is 3.5 & above! assumption occurs as the american system doesnt have a gpa standard. which i find weird, but nevertheless wth dude~ how am i gonna achieve that? when have you looked at my face and thought im smart? in my case, judge a book by its cover!
have a new sense of drama, as in my life is so fucked-up... lol obviously it is not yet that fucked up. but it gives such an overwhelming feeling of satisfaction to just say that 5-word sentence. "my life is so fucked up...". another favorite phrase of mine these days is "FUBAR" which technically stands for 'Fucked Up Beyond All Repair/Relief'. it beats cursing, & better still, it doesnt sound like you're cursing. just simply saying 'oh, im so fubar' or 'dang, that girl's life is fubar' or 'that car* is definitely fubar' is oh so delightful. tahahaha am i such an easy thing to amuse.
p/s the car refers to this idiot who left his gorgeous blue convertible roofless at the parking space. which was pretty awesome until it started to rain. tahahah idjit!
however, a silver lining in the cloud. a shell correspondence emailed hani saying that they had established that the limit for a second upper is 3.0 & above. yay! finally someone sensible.
but the allowance haven't arrive yet. so yeah, my life's fubar.
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