I am sick. No, not perverted, you pervert. I'm unwell.
I can handle heartthrobs. Not headthrobs. My head is throbbing. Like I got a whole bunch of kids belonging to different countries trying to talk to each other. It hurts that much.
I had leftover frozen pasta. I was sleepy and groggy and warm. I felt like a cat.
Headthrob.
People do not appreciate the out-of-bed look. They do not take it in good spirit. They think you are poor. I think you are just raw-awesome. I think it is very okay to have one of those days when you want to sit on the floor instead.
I met a random school friend at the railway station real early in the morning.
Me: Hey. Early class?
She: No. I'm in a relationship.
Life is such a simple story for some people. Dear God, provide me motivation to attend early class too. Nothing, nothing on planet Earth motivates me. No, not a lover. Only motivation.
Headthrob.
I think drummers are hot. And, if they are from the North East, they make me go mad. And I am not even into music. I think I will go curl up and sleep. Sniff.
Headthrob.
Sniff.
I am jealous of this blog . Ugly jealous.
Headthrob.
Sniff.
I am jealous of this blog . Ugly jealous.
7 cows believe I'm awesome. Do you?:
awww... its sad to read dat... attend early morning classes... their good for health...
n get well soon
Yus I will. Sniff. :'/
Just one day get up early without complaining and thinking how you could sleep more. Walk out. See how beautiful the morning is and that will give you the motivation. ;)
thats what i do. stare at the beauty outside. And pretend like it helps :/
LOL! But that's the The dullest blog in the world~!! :D :D
if you read it, you'll know what fucking awesome thing that blog is :D
Loved this post :D
And I read the title as 'heart throb'. Headthrob is better.
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