Trans-Fat and Decided

I've decided.

I will keep this layout.

I knew it. I knew it. I knew it.

This black layout really expresses my repressed and contumacious personality.

This one's for keeps.

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Somebody should really kill me by now. I mean, really. Mom bought a box of glazed doughnuts from Krispy Kreme yesterday. And I did the nastiest and filthiest thing you can ever do when you're on a strict diet.

I ate one. One original glazed doughnut just destroyed my humanity.

Let's see now. One original glazed doughnut has 200 calories, 100 calories from fat, and 4 grams of fucking trans-fat.

Let's see again. With that amount of calories and trans-fats, it seems that I could've eaten a quarter of white rice, and a glass of Coke.

But damn. That doughnut was heaven. Yum Yum.

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I knew it. There is a chemical you produce when you're in love. From what I've read in Cosmopolitan last night, there is this sort of chemical your body/brain exerts when you're high in love. This means that THAT chemical can be dangerous, because it can lead to your brain's misleading.

Being in love is like being addicted to drugs, as Ms. Stephanie Beltran said. You would have to do anything for your love, because your addicted. Your love is giving you the same love as my friend E here.

So, in conclusion, we don't need love from a person anymore. It's proven that weed and E can grow old with us. Weed and E would not cheat on us, nor would they play our emotions up. Weed and E will make us happy for the rest of our lives.

Weed and E can give the same love a lover can give you. But to my surprise, they can even give you much more intimacy.

I want to try Weed and E. I had enough of stupid players. Maybe they can give me the love that I've been searching for my whole life.

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I don't know what course I'm going to take up next year. Ugh. I thought I've decided on International Studies, but I don't really think I would be able to find work that fast. I don't want to end up in a Call Center and be someone really horny.

I'm itching to take up Civil Engineering, or Electronics and Communications Engineering. Mom won't let me. She says that these courses aren't practical.

Well, what course is?

No way I'm going to take up Nursing. I'd rather die than be a nurse. I want to be a doctor instead. And then I'm going to end up like Dr Gregory House or something. A mean, problem-solving machine.

Ugh. Course picking is so hard. It's like deciding to have sex or not to have sex or something.

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