Major turning point of life exam is creeping into my life in the speed of light. Flabbergasting but strongly anticipated with slight niggles for the lack of time given. Whos at fault for that? Yours truly without a doubt. Persistent influx of qualms rushing in the guts *insert stentorian vociferation* My germ-like I.Q of a blondie mind is encumbered with thoughts and deep superflous mullings and of course sentences from the textbooks with high hopes of long term recalling. Plus mediocre and cosmic talks with buds and sporadic rows with blood related devils in the form of humans will definitely enliven the day. My lameness without a doubt goes way beyond Lameville as the day struts. Deliberating on which is more irksome? My precious time dwindles for beings with vacuous plankton like frivolous minds and methods of ameliorating *insert being's rated A in Blondieville mishaps and so called disaster in life. Struggling with the erruption of foibles , last time i checked self-control requires control and not throwing myself and immersing in ludicrous actions. Oh yea.. Working on that. Assembling lucks and gathering em' in order. The vacuous usage of luck. Bye loves!