Saturday, July 22
dying
and.. here i am once again in the toilet with my laptop, attempting to defrustrate, wishfully hoping that the enclave of the white walls/floor would somehow transfer some of its blissfully empty quality to my now, very-much-about-to-explode-into-a-million-bits head.
i am VERY VERY VERY VERY FRUSTRATED AND ... ARGHHHHHH GODDAMNIT!!!! iv been doing the umat mini trial tests and it turns out iv got shit for brains or sth. everything was swarming before my eyes and its unbelievably retarded. the test was designed such that the average person would be unable to complete it. and i must say it's really a test that measures ur reasoning ability, spatial problem solving skills and emotional quotient. it's been good learning about it. trains your mind to see things in a very very logically critically manner. for people unexposed to this test yet, i think for a lack of a better word, it is a very wtf test. in fact, those very 3 words were all i saw when i did the test and then it jumped out and pulled out my eyeballs when i realised i had every goddamn thing wrong.
however, contrary to what people might say, i do think that the umat would be a good guage of your intellectual reasoning and emotional capacity, if you didn't like one million other people attend some 1 billion dollar prep course. and people like me, both unfortunately and pitifully embedded into the shitfield of poverty as well as intellectual disability, can only sit on their toiletbowls clinigng on to pathetic hope that perhaps on the very test day, some great force of nature would miraculously intervene and steer their very distinguished and noble destiny that was once written in the stars when jupitar aligned with the milkyway and formed a gigantic mars bar in outerspace, into course.
you know, there is contraption in a novelty shop here called the , ORGASMATRON. i think i need that. and NOO it is nothing kinky, it's this head thing full of copper wires sticking out and you put it on ur head and it feels like all your nerve cells are being stimulated, kinda like someone stroking ur hair with their fingertips but multiply that sensation by say.. 10.
... i just realised, writing long sentences soothes me. i feel like taking a bubble bath too. and drinking boba tea.
BYEE
your very beloved brain fried soon-to-be-on-the-delicacy-platter-of-all-things-gross-to-eat writer,
chipoot.
xoxo;
5:26 PM
