The fallout
Dare you to move...
Good song. Anyway here is the next splatterage of my thoughts. It's the time of year when people panic due to the unjust cause of mass important test uprisings. Yea, exams and such. But I don't stress over tests. I refuse. If I know what I'm supposed to know, then I'll do great. The purpose of tests aren't to scare those being tested. It is to discover how much their sponge-like brain retained. Now, if you don't know what you're being tested on, then you lose. Tests don't show if you've done homework. They don't prove intelligence, or lack there of. They show how great you're memory is. If you're memory is crap, you're done. As soon as you see the test in most cases, you'll know how you'll do. But enough about school.
I've lived here in my house forever. Not really, but for all that I can remember of my life. And not once over all those years do I recall my house being completely clean. Never. It's not that is been really close, then got overflow of messiness again. No no, it has always been horribly worse than everybody elses houses I've seen put together. Everyone elses houses freakin sparkels compared to mine. And, most of the time, that is fine. Who needs to be home eh? But when you become forcibly stuck at home, but you can still hang out and such...How eager would you be to invite people to the messiest house in the world?but I only have to live with all this cal for approximately one and a half more years. Not too long right? Combined with all the years I've been around already though. What if when I move out my house becomes as bad as this grossness? I've gotten myself convinced that I would never let that happen because of living through it all my life. But, my room is a mess. That's pretty much my fault, if you exclude my brother. And I just happen to be extremely disorganized. It seems all that I touch becomes worn and torn more quickly than the things everyone else keeps with them. Maybe it's a disease. Maybe I can blame medicine. It's just annoying after a while.
In conclusion, I'm horrible at pictionary. Cannot draw laser. Or big...
Good song. Anyway here is the next splatterage of my thoughts. It's the time of year when people panic due to the unjust cause of mass important test uprisings. Yea, exams and such. But I don't stress over tests. I refuse. If I know what I'm supposed to know, then I'll do great. The purpose of tests aren't to scare those being tested. It is to discover how much their sponge-like brain retained. Now, if you don't know what you're being tested on, then you lose. Tests don't show if you've done homework. They don't prove intelligence, or lack there of. They show how great you're memory is. If you're memory is crap, you're done. As soon as you see the test in most cases, you'll know how you'll do. But enough about school.
I've lived here in my house forever. Not really, but for all that I can remember of my life. And not once over all those years do I recall my house being completely clean. Never. It's not that is been really close, then got overflow of messiness again. No no, it has always been horribly worse than everybody elses houses I've seen put together. Everyone elses houses freakin sparkels compared to mine. And, most of the time, that is fine. Who needs to be home eh? But when you become forcibly stuck at home, but you can still hang out and such...How eager would you be to invite people to the messiest house in the world?but I only have to live with all this cal for approximately one and a half more years. Not too long right? Combined with all the years I've been around already though. What if when I move out my house becomes as bad as this grossness? I've gotten myself convinced that I would never let that happen because of living through it all my life. But, my room is a mess. That's pretty much my fault, if you exclude my brother. And I just happen to be extremely disorganized. It seems all that I touch becomes worn and torn more quickly than the things everyone else keeps with them. Maybe it's a disease. Maybe I can blame medicine. It's just annoying after a while.
In conclusion, I'm horrible at pictionary. Cannot draw laser. Or big...
posted by AfterVerner at 10:19 p.m.
1 Comments:
you're horrible at pictionary? Man you're screwed, no college's gunna accept you now
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