Bleh..

I scarcely mean what I say. Okay? Stop believing me. About time...-.-

Just cuz I dont listen doesnt mean I dont care.

And just cuz I listen doesnt mean I do.

Anyway. I hate waking up. Waking up sucks, all you sunshine loving butterflies!
Yeah alryte its a new day...of course its a new you idiot. But its the same life you wake up to. It starts from right where you left it. Continuation of a lame soap and it just wont end. Well okay never mind that. We're all used to that. But the purpose of this post is just to prove that my mornings suck more than yours because somehow it will make me feel better or superior or so I think or some bullshit like that. Actually no. I just wana whine about how my ears hurt when I wake up so I was trying to build a plot here cuz you know I cant just go ahead type "oh my ears hurt when I wake up cuz they so damn small and cute"...naah...too obvious. Stupid freak.

I was reading about the medicine the doc gave me cuz I have so much of time to waste...and one of em is for asthma. I knew there was something wrong with my slow heart beat in the morning...I doubt if that has anything to do with it...err...lets start over?

Seen paranormal activity? Well..Its not as bad as it appears to be for the first 45 minutes. Just tolerate it for a while and it actually turns out to be pretty alryte. I mean I almost got scared. Thats huge. By the end of the movie I was actually exited. Loved the ending. You may not like the movie but its alryte. I dint feel stupid after watching it. Also I think scary movies are a turn on for me...:\

wriggle wigle

Okay....so youre waiting for someones text...and you wait and you wait...and finally your cell goes *beep* and you just couldnt be more excited and just jump out of your seat and eagerly unlock your cell and hit "view" and wait for 3 loong seconds for your cell to show the text because your cell is fucked up because you abused its memory...and then it turns out to be a message from ufone. Yeah that makes me feel pretty stupid. And then it turns into frustration which later turns into hostility against whoever is around me.
I hate you ufone. I dont want you to make me feel special alryte? Just stop sending me a million messages a day. Okay? Just stop it. Im a very efette being. I cant take it anymore!
Anyway...study. I cant get myself to study. I know i'll pass. Im so full of it. Too much confidence. Hate it. Gaah.
Have to find a job after my exams.
Prepare for CSS.
I dont think I'll make it through. Just. Bleh.
And so I have to collect back up money for my masters.
But. Psychology...I dont wana go to KU...*tears*

My maid talks a lot...>_>
I lose my concentration. Ugh.

You spin my head right round right round when you down when you go down down...Yeh kia batameezi hai?=O

Ever get confused with feelings? See. What are feelings without biological factors? Fear without trembling and that weird tummy aches and everything that follows..? Would you still be scared if you dint physically feel scared?
What is sadness without that hollow feeling..without tears..? How do you know youre sad..? How do you know that its not just your brain observing the situation which requires you to be sad and so its manipulating you into being sad..?
Like...umm....I cant explain...:s
Bleh.

Right round right round...when you go down down...cheap loag...=O

Need. Eat.

My winter playlist :

* With or without you - U2
* Fix you - Coldplay
* Mad world - Gary Jules
* Njosnavelin - Sigur Ros o.O
* Hurt - Jhonny Cash
* Thankyou - Dido
* In the air - Phil Collin
* Losing my religion - REM
* Sadness - Enigma
* O mio babbino caro - Joshua Bell
* Useless - Depache mode

I know. Gay. Shut up.
I hate reading between the lines and indirect communication. Its confusing. Youre left on your own, all alone, to figure everything out and doesnt matter if you get it wrong cuz theres no one to correct you. Its your perception and your perception alone. And then you perceives more than you should. And the shits. Blah.
Project. Have to study. Stupid...:O

error.

Dear reader,

The last post is actually post # 210, not 200. I apologize for the inconvenience [if there was any, which I doubt, not that it matters].
Thank you.

Regards,
Uzma.

Post # 200

Know how I keep ranting about people and how pathetic they are and oh how much I hate them...Ive recently become one of them. Just as pathetic, just as sick, just as low, just as stupid. Which automatically cancels my license to diss. I was not to become what I became, with this level of shame, my soul is possessed by this devil my new name is, the mistress, because Im in disgrace. A baby snake in a reticule. Thats me.

^ I wrote that yesterday ^

Today, however, I feel rejuvenated. Why? I dont know. I do whatever she tells me to do. She wont tell me no details. The bitch has been resuscitated. Who? My brain. But shes right. Always is. I love you brain.
<3

My new monitor is hot. Finally all the shits are black. Anyway. I wana blog. But you are blogging dip shit. Shut up. Sanias getting nikahfied by the end of this month. Im not happy sania. And you know why. But. Whatever. Your life.

I dont know why I enjoy taking taking name. Repeating them in my head again and again. Crocodiles are so handsome. Alligators are not as charming. I want a crocodile=(

Rida...crocodile for my birthday? Please?

umm...haan...bus..:\