Ju.Lee.Uh

Fixed.

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I’m ready for us to go to Europe.

justawearytraveler:

My life is lame.

When i am home, my life is even more lame.

I’m watching tv shows i don’t really like,

I’m ready for something interesting to happen.

Bye.

I’m undergoing a healing process over break and to help out with that I have to cut myself off. So, I temporarily deactivated Facebook and deleted Twitter, probably won’t sign onto AIM amung other things. Sorry for the inconvienence, if there is one.

Resolutions with Georgia Nicholson

1. Stop reading magazines, and do sudoku insted. To maximize brain size and stop alzheimers.

2. Do yoga every morning and night. To cleanse my body of toxicity and banish all negitive feelings towards ex-best friends and bass players

3. Listen to dolphins, because their clever and unselfish

4. No more chips, only organic fruit and veg

5. A new style for a new me.

Verrrrry similar to my goals for winter break.

P.s. If you’re a girl and remember being 14 watch “Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging” NOW

Motion Sickness

Warning: This is probably sappy and emo, so if you don’t want to read it, just don’t. Don’t do it. Say no and keep on scrolling.

Didn’t get the internship.

Didn’t get the gallery.

I feel like all the good things that were supposed to keep me going are drifting away. I definately am going to need the support of my friends to get though this break. Most people don’t even know the half of it and this has been an incredibly hard time in my life. I just need things to start looking up. I need it.

Oh. Eff

I feel you Dan. I try really hard here and don’t get nearly the grades I want. I think I failed my sculpture class. An art class. Though a large part of that is not my fault. Oh well. What I don’t understand is how things like this happen here, and I get Dean’s List my semester over in the UK doing just as much work. Here I don’t even have the distraction of “I want to go out in London and explore!” I’m rambling about London again. Whatever. Anyway, I feel you.

captainkonnichiwa:

I just realized ten minutes ago that I likely failed at least two classes.  God.  Fucking. Damnit.  I was sick this whole semester and because of absences the doctors couldn’t give a cause to, I definitely failed Intermediate Acting and likely might have to take 211 again.  Fuck.  Me. Oh well at least I only have 11 credits this semester apparently.

I know that some of this is my fault.  Right now, I pledge next semester to cut down on my partying and the amount of time I spend on facebook.  I’ve never felt this bad in my life.  The only good news is that my parents are never going to know about this.

This has never happened to me in my life.  I’ve always relied on my ability to do nothing and pass with flying colors, but I don’t know if I can motivate myself anymore.  Shit. Shit.

You’ll make much cooler and better accented friends, then the small lot of good people here, honestly.

hoppipola:

I don’t think I’m going to miss very many of my “friends” while in London.
Most of them can’t even seem to remember that I’ll be gone.
I’m also sure they won’t notice that I’m gone.
I’m through with all of this shit.