I never knew how abused my mind was until I saw my score on this particular grammar test that I took a couple of days ago. What fuckery is this? In between school, works(s) and the “biz”, I don’t think I even have time to carefully examine what the result was.

But the shitty thing is this, my professor called me yesterday to say that I can get my essay from him today, which I did. His comment? Context is clear, grammar is flawless… blah, blah, blah 1.0. Now, you lied to me, sir! You lied! Hahaha.

I will say that my mind is like, really tired right now. And that I might have to spend the whole day tomorrow reassessing my life, but tomorrow is Saturday, guys. I have MA classes to attend to.

So really, who am I kidding? I don’t have time to re-assess my life.

Oh, by the way, my friends just noticed this now (they read my blog, and they are aware that I call them devils from hell) and I’m not sure if they’re right because I just write whatever it is I feel like writing, so you tell me. According to them, it’s bizarre that I can write curse words here, but in reality I can not say them out loud. Do I really? Do I use it a lot here?