The story of Ass and Assness

YOU, my sweet little bitch, dont get to tell ME, what I can, and cannot do.
Okay?
Okay.
So yea Ima be ranting again.
I was just hooked to Supernatural for the past couple of weeks only to be disappointed in the end. After five seasons you'd expect some shit to be awesome right? But nope.
Sad stuff.
My exams went better than expected which is good. But better because I dint study and Im still getting 2 A's and 3 B's. So yeah. Lets get down to business.

So this masters dude in my department right. Thinks he's a rock star for some reason. Lets call him Ass. So Mr. Ass thinks he knows it all because he's older and more educated than the rest of us. The day I saw him I knew Ima have some beef wit' him.
Its just that, Mr. Ass and I have too many mutual friends, so I cant help but communicate once in a while.
So Mr. Ass just told me I cant intern at this super awesome place because they require the internees to administer intelligence test and evaluation and require them to make reports and provide tentative diagnosis and some divine knowledge which a person, who has only studied for ONE semester in IPP, does not have.
WHAT MISTER FUCK IN THE ASS DOES NOT KNOW IS THAT I ALREADY HAVE A FUCKING BACHELORS DEGREE AND I MAKE PROFESSIONAL REPORTS FOR LIVING FOR UNIVERSITIES IN THE UK AND THE US AND GET A FUCKING B+ EVEN THOUGH IM ONLY A BACHELORS STUDENT AND I DESIGNED THE GOD DAMNED VIRTUAL VERSION OF DSM BACK WHEN I HADN'T EVEN DONE MY BACHELORS. BACK WHEN HE COULDNT TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A PSYCHOLOGIST AND A PSYCHIATRIST. Ass kahi ka. Moreover, I practically live in a mental house and have been providing psychological guidance for the past 3 years. I think all that is worth more than his lousy 48 hours internship. Stupid Ass telling me I cant get an internship. Ass pimple kahi ka. Ass.

Also, recent studies have shown that catharsis is not really cathartic. It only makes you more angry and frustrated. All my fellow emo bloggers out there, there is no hope for you. You must die u_u

shuwinga

Exams hora hain.
Gay stuff.
Im addicted to Supernatural. And hungry.
Dance the night away, live your life and stay young on the floor.
Kitni stupid wishes hoti hain logon ki.
Do you read logon as log on?
Cuz I do.
So anyway...I volunteered for this inclusive society thing where we have to go to machar colony and conduct research and may be provide counseling to disabled children and their parents.
I was really excited n all...I mean field work is like yaYy awesome...But.
But!!
Im having second thoughts. Why, you ask?
Well, nature.
You see...I drink a lot of water. More of a have-to thing cuz I faint n shit.
Anyway. So...when you like drink 3-4 bottles of water...your...okay I dont want to go all human physiology here so I'll come to the point.
What if I have to go the bathroom? o.O
I just dont like using dirty toilets that all...
But then again...they're giving free food. But then again...I dont really like kids that much. That too disabled. Okay thats rude. But still. But i'll get 15 credit hours of internship.
Sorry Im too sleepy and tired to make this interesting or funny.

Anyway, every time I chat, I get really conscious every time I have to use "it" after a word that ends with a "t". Putting spaces in between such words can be very complicated.

Because.

Mobile ki screen kharab hogai.
Socha post kardu.

You know how you come up with an idea ?
You know how you feel the need to share the awesomeness?
You know how it gets stolen?
Yea I hate it when that happens.
I came up with something really awesome for the project and said it out loud like Sean Connery and got ignored like Jake Gyllenhaal. Ten minutes later, when my turn came to sign up for the project, my idea was already listed, twice, by the bitches who pretended not to listen to me.
-.-

Also, everyone who is very conveniently attending expensive college/university on the expense of their parents and cant stop complaining about how much they hate making tiny stupid gay ass assignments/presentations must consult my fist regarding the structure of their snobby privileged faces.