Ugly is fictional"Wrong. You couldn’t be more wrong. Of course such a thing exists. How would we know what beauty is if we didn’t have the ugly to show the distinction between the two? Everything has an opposition. Life is not all beauty. If you choose to live in a world where everything is beautiful, then you’re just fucking delusional. Get real."
Fully mad at Jenny right now in gossip girl. Hehe I know its only some teen drama but that does not stop me from being completely and irrationally mad at her and taylor momsen. Honestly, I do not and will never endeavor to understand when she, at sixteen, lost her virginity to Chuck, everyone was mad at chuck. They were all, HOW COULD YOU TAKE ADVANTAGE OF HER YOU SLEAZY MOTHERCHUCKERR,and left him MUGGED AND MIA. Jenny consented to sleeping with him,she had just as much sex with him as he did with her. What does she have to do for them to finally reject her? Besides the obvious things she's done like stealing and selling out her family and lying and having affairs with drug dealers. Obviously all she needs is more pity.
Chuck might be sleazy but he is the opposite of Jenny. He drinks scotch and smokes cigars and has a chauffeur and reads the paper. He chose a plain diamond (really there is no such thing!) set in a simple gold band. I bet you he'd never get a tattoo because ew, a big scar filled with ink? Although if I did get a tattoo I'd probably get a finger-stache.
New simpsons on last night but I had all this other shizz to do like the long science research and seeing how I'm aiming to do good in science this year, I decided against a tv night, cos it didn't occurr to me to simply multi-task. SO there I was, leaning towards a night of being productive and efficient, but then mum came home and started yelling for me to do more work. Right. So I ended up watching gossip girl on my laptop. Quite the reverse psychology there.
Sometimes I wish we could just stay locked in year nine forever, never having to go through the exams like the year elevens are now. But then we'd have to give up on all our big ambitions. I want to write cookbooks, become famous, and have wonderful children and give brilliant dinner parties where major world issues are settled between the chocolate mousse and coffee. I guess I don't really care what courses I take. I can never go med school though. When we were cutting through the effing 'bullocks eye' in scieCne I thought I was going to retch. It was fucking gross, the lens were clouded and there was like an eyelash stuck to it which we had to pull off.
uh-huh. Do you get the feeling sometimes that this is all a lie? No? Not even when you're sleep-drunk or microsleepin' huh guess we're worlds apart
