Internetgasm

Ggggaaaggghhhh omfg it’s been like two weeks since I posted anything on Tumblr so I’mma just brush off the dust bunnies on my blog and post some personal shit wee~

Okay so I think I’m getting the hang of my new school now because I had two lucid dreams involving the people there. I mean like, I dream about stuff that I’m probably comfortable with dreaming about so that kinda means that I’m comfortable with this whole college scene now. lol that made much more sense in my head like everything else I say…

Holy shit my retarded older brother is “singing” right now and he sounds like shit I’m totally ROFLMFAO in my head right now.

Anyways, in the past two weeks, I can totally say that I’m doing good with my academics and shit. I got relatively high scores in quizzes and whatnot and I feel sexy and free that it makes me cum. Personal achievements totally inspire me but I feel so shallow for considering school shit as personal achievements because ever since senior year of high school, for some reason, education has been a part of my black list of earthly trivialities. Like you know, whatever.

I haven’t been socially valorous though… I don’t really know. I just feel compelled to radiate an intense aura of introversion so people will leave me alone. Contrary to that, I feel snug with my course-mates though mainly because most of them are in my comfort zone so I can totally tango with them.

Wow it’s really hard to try to remember stuff that’s happened to me within the past two weeks… I kind of just remember the fun things or the shit that actually vandalized on my life’s wall. Which made me just remember that I should appreciate myself more. OMFG I totally just remembered that now and I’m just typing out the shit. So like, there was this activity with runes and stuff that basically told me to quit being such a pussy and hating myself and just appreciate the shit that I bring with me. Then I took this happiness survey thing and I got a score below the average “happy” person and it’s like the universe is going ghetto on me and snapping its fingers in a Z-formation telling me to wire my brain differently ‘cuz I’m being such a bitch. AAAAaaaand just when you think the universe is done making me feel insecure about being insecure, that bitch just slaps you with another mind fucking proverb of some sort. So there’s this book with sicknesses and stuff and explain the possible reasons why people get them and there’s this mantra thingie that you’re supposed install in your system to avoid it. So I asked my classmate to look up acne, ‘cuz I got issues with my pimply face, and according to the book, the possible reason for having such “sickness” is having low self-esteem. After reading that, I was just like, “fucking universe being a bitch a;lsdkfja;sldkfja;d!!” So like I totally have to change my way of thinking like: “I am a Divine expression of life. I love & accept myself where I am right now.” And dayum. Just dayum.

So… By next week, or right now, I should totally get started with building myself up. And I guess I’ll do that by checking out the stuff I’ve missed out on for two weeks here in the internet gggggguuuuuaaaaagggggghhhhhh INTERNET.