To Die In A Summer Dress

(It's been 2 months since I last updated my Story Board page, but I have made a few stories, it's just that I've been busy with other posts. Damn, I am killing myself. I hope that you like this one, and please, don't murder me! Thanks Misfits!)

I hate people. The touch, the feel, the sound, I hate it all. If I can confine my senses and bottle them up, I would. I would walk past people, cross the street and think that God must hate me for putting me in a place so horrid where people would only look at their phones, slobber each other up and laugh at the most trivial and useless things. Where has the complexity of the world drifted? Everyone thinks that they are living in future, but they are a bunch of idiots if they think that since they can’t even do something easeful for the world. If everyone would just be intelligent enough, we’d all have flying cars and free passes to movies. I hate people. They make me sick.

The Angst/Joy of a College Student Going Through... Viewing of Grades..

It's been a while since I've done this Angst and Joy episode. I mean, I've only done it once but it seemed too much if I didn't do it at an appropriate time. So today's episode is going to focus on both Angst and Joy since we are gonna talk about, yup! Grades.


Now for sure any college student's either pissed or jumping for bliss once they see/saw their grades... I for one am part of this huge spectrum. Okay, let me start...




Le Angst!

So college mongrels, how were you're grades? Did you cry over them? Did you want to rip off that piece of evidence that you almost failed a subject, apart? Yeah, I feel yah brother. And as much as I would like to think that being in college is much different than when we were in high school, I can't help it dudes, I'm sorry.


I put some heart and soul into my studies over the course of the semester, but why is it that my grades were in the verge of giving any genius a heart attack? I didn't fail though guys. Phew. But coming from decent grades before, I sincerely feel bad for the grades I received this term. I don't want to blame the teachers at all because I know that I had my cracks to fill, but then again, I end up worrying about my distant future.