Guys guys I just finished my webpage for our Computer Science class!
Let me hear a “wooh wooh”? WOOH WOOH! Let me hear a “wooh wooh”? WOOH WOOH! Let me hear a “wooh wooh”? WOOH WOOH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That was a fucking retarded cheer, I know.
I actually finished this days ago but I thought I’d blog about it because, you know, I only have an examination in I.T. tomorrow which I haven’t studied in yet.
Damn it.
- me: i need to do my homework
- internet: NO
- me:
- internet:
- me:
- internet:
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- me: omfg you cAN TALK?!?!!!!
So my friends and I just finished “Six Degrees of Separation from Lilia Cuntapay” at our school. I’m glad the filmmakers thought of doing something as original as this and I am happy that this gives Lilia Cuntapay more credit for what she’s been doing the past years. Lilia was definitely an interesting character to see in the big screen.
I thought the movie was kind of nice—I laughed a few times, felt sad a few, too, and experienced thrill while I watched her life from one frame after another. They just need to polish the editing and trim out all the (what seemed like) unnecessary parts to make it a thousand times better, in my opinion.
But all in all though, this is a film I would not want to watch again and a film that I would not recommend to most of my friends.
Spoiler alert!!!
No one told me that it was merely a movie disguised as a documentary and that 95% of everything that happened inside the one hour and thirty minutes(?) were actually scripted.
I thought they could (and should) have done better after they chose to fabricate a story instead of actually finding a story out of things that actually happened. They didn’t. I was disappointed.
I thought this was disturbing and funny enough to copy from a Facebook post and not credit the source.
Hi.
This post is entitled “In which I blog about a shit ton of uninteresting things because I have a paper to write and two exams to study for”.
So today I only had two classes: one at Communication and another at Algebra. My first class didn’t really go that well because our instructor returned our first news drafts and mine sucked huge donkey balls. My seatmate was all like “oh my god, I hated writing our news blablabla” and guess what motherfuckers she got the highest score in the bunch. That bitch.
Our class ended at around eleven o’clock and my next one was at five in the afternoon. Imagine all the fun I went through, Jesus fucking Christ. Speaking of what most people would call “fun”, Piolo Pascual & Christine Reyes went to our school to shoot for something. Almost everyone went there to see the ~celebrities~ but I passed by there when my friends & I bought a drink and you could tell they were all bad actors because the director kept shouting “AGAIN!!!!! AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” like an angry half-autistic 50-year-old woman watching that video in lemonparty.com.
Math was kind of horrible, too. I mean I do understand all the equations and shit and how it’s done, but I just can’t seem to do it when it’s put there right in front of me. I just can’t!!! It’s like experiencing stage fright only different: you know your performance is shitty and at least one person is there to watch you make a fool out of yourself. And in this case, it’s my goddamn Math instructor breathing behind my ear as he is mentally judging me and making sounds that probably translate to “lol what a stupid cunt” in his mind every time I put a wrong answer.
Ans now that I’ve wasted about fifteen minutes of review time, I feel accomplished.
Thank you, interwebz.
