just as i expected, i wasnt selected for YEE. cos it was full already.
i really want to complain like shit, because i obsessed for two nights over that freaking essay we were supposed to write.
but that's really just not justifiable, cos it was a last-minute submission,
but that's not my fault either, we were only told a few days before dateline.
doesnt this feel like a badminton match? lobbing excuses all over the place. end up they only sock me in the face only.
i really want to suck it up and say it doesnt matter, which i normally do. but i dont have the strength and courage to do that for every blow i take.
this year must be reject-joycie-the-messy-haired-nanapok year.
dont mind me, just let me mope around for this post.
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in newspapers and publishings, one always hears about some deadbeat downandout underdog who overcomes all odds to build his multimillion dollar company. and in my fantasies i always imained myself in that sort of situation. like breaking through all the restraints to emerge victorious, and all that. but now, i cant even handle something as insignificant as multiple rejections. and the stress of school hasnt even really started yet.
WHAT THE TOOT IS THAT.
anyway, this will be joycie banishing all the frustrating thoughts in her head with a mental broomstick:
RAHRAHRAHARHARHRAHRAHRAHRAHRAHRAHRAH
if you thought that was joycie going crazy, you're not too far off:)
go joycie!
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cip is kinda scary. ok, not kinda. organising long term cips? not something i do over cookies and milk. but whattheheck. hope class loves cips to the point of reckless abandon! hahax that'd be weirdly nice. or nicely weird.
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i need to slap myself and stop being so antisocial.
