Let’s get this straight. I’m not rich.  My parents are.  I am 22 years old and I am studying.  I have no job and no money.  Please do not come asking me for money because it is not mine to give away.  I may seem like I’m living a lavish lifestyle and it’s true, I do.  But that’s because my parents want to give me their money and want me to live lavishly.  They did not suddenly adopt anyone who knows me.  You do not get the privilege to spend my parents’ money to live your life.  Go ask you parents for money or go get a job.  And stop mooching off of me.  Kthanxbye.

Let’s get this straight.

I’m not rich.  My parents are.  I am 22 years old and I am studying.  I have no job and no money.  Please do not come asking me for money because it is not mine to give away.  I may seem like I’m living a lavish lifestyle and it’s true, I do.  But that’s because my parents want to give me their money and want me to live lavishly.  They did not suddenly adopt anyone who knows me.  You do not get the privilege to spend my parents’ money to live your life.  Go ask you parents for money or go get a job.  And stop mooching off of me.  Kthanxbye.

Real Talk As I sit in bed re-evaluating my life choice, I can’t help but feel a small pang of pride amidst the overwhelming embarrassment of failing everywhere in life. Failure is nothing new.  Well.. in these last few years at least.  It’s everywhere now.  Kind of like glitter.  Once spilled, it’s everywhere.  And you just have to keep cleaning it up little by little.  And I do believe I’m cleaning my act up.  A small amount at a time, but something, at least! And that’s where I feel it; that pride.  I’m soldering on when some people quit and i think that’s a big deal!  So I’d like to take a moment and pat myself on the back (because, honestly, I doubt anyone would do that for me now seeing as how I’ve seemed like my life is spiraling out of control and I have no grasp on it whatsoever) because I’ve come a long way.  So… congrats, Yasa.  Keep going, haha.

Real Talk

As I sit in bed re-evaluating my life choice, I can’t help but feel a small pang of pride amidst the overwhelming embarrassment of failing everywhere in life.

Failure is nothing new.  Well.. in these last few years at least.  It’s everywhere now.  Kind of like glitter.  Once spilled, it’s everywhere.  And you just have to keep cleaning it up little by little.  And I do believe I’m cleaning my act up.  A small amount at a time, but something, at least!

And that’s where I feel it; that pride.  I’m soldering on when some people quit and i think that’s a big deal!  So I’d like to take a moment and pat myself on the back (because, honestly, I doubt anyone would do that for me now seeing as how I’ve seemed like my life is spiraling out of control and I have no grasp on it whatsoever) because I’ve come a long way.  So… congrats, Yasa.  Keep going, haha.

“Never discourage anyone…who continually makes progress, no matter how slow.”
Exam day! ENT internal. 12 pm. Be there or die. Homahgawd. One hour and twenty minutes away from an internal that will decide if I’m passing externals or not. THE SUSPENSE. IT’S KILLING ME. Let’s just all take a moment to pray that all my studying and hard work actually pays off and that I’ll actually pass this time because, bro, seriously. I can’t take this shit anymore. So now let’s work towards getting me out of here.

Exam day!

ENT internal. 12 pm. Be there or die.

Homahgawd. One hour and twenty minutes away from an internal that will decide if I’m passing externals or not. THE SUSPENSE. IT’S KILLING ME.

Let’s just all take a moment to pray that all my studying and hard work actually pays off and that I’ll actually pass this time because, bro, seriously. I can’t take this shit anymore. So now let’s work towards getting me out of here.

So, is it odd that I’m more prepared with the section of my exam that I haven’t done until the morning of the exam as compared to the other portions that I’ve spent weeks doing? Because that’s what’s happening right now. Totes my goats.

So, is it odd that I’m more prepared with the section of my exam that I haven’t done until the morning of the exam as compared to the other portions that I’ve spent weeks doing? Because that’s what’s happening right now. Totes my goats.

Carlotta Gall concludes in new book that Pakistan fueled the insurgency in Afghanistan
This following trait irritates the living crap out of me People who ask a million and one questions about my life to later judge me. Honestly, what’s it to you? It’s my life, not yours. I get to do as I please (as long as I’m not doing any illegal activities). And if you really can’t function without asking me about my life and comparing yourself with me then, my dear, dear friend, you have no life. Or maybe a very shitty life since you can’t be content with yourself. I say this because I was recently in a situation where I almost ran into someone incredibly irritating. Thank god I didn’t actually run into them because that would have been rather unpleasant. And by “rather unpleasant” I mean I would rather stab myself in the eye with a pencil than have a conversation with them. So how did I escape the situation? I did what any respectable human with integrity would do: I hid. For fifteen hours. And I laughed because only I could find myself on a plane headed to another continent with someone I was avoiding from my tiny ass town. But I did it! So, in conclusion, don’t be that person. Don’t be that judgemental dickhead because when I rule the world I’ll probably subject you to an incredibly shitty life of serving me chocolates and other various delicious food options whilst dressed in a ridiculous renaissance outfit where both men and women will be forced to dress like women to further the joke. I included “delicious food” because I’m starving. Anyone want to get me a red velvet cake? Make it low fat. I’m trying to lose some weight here, geeze.

This following trait irritates the living crap out of me

People who ask a million and one questions about my life to later judge me. Honestly, what’s it to you? It’s my life, not yours. I get to do as I please (as long as I’m not doing any illegal activities).

And if you really can’t function without asking me about my life and comparing yourself with me then, my dear, dear friend, you have no life. Or maybe a very shitty life since you can’t be content with yourself.

I say this because I was recently in a situation where I almost ran into someone incredibly irritating. Thank god I didn’t actually run into them because that would have been rather unpleasant. And by “rather unpleasant” I mean I would rather stab myself in the eye with a pencil than have a conversation with them.

So how did I escape the situation? I did what any respectable human with integrity would do: I hid. For fifteen hours. And I laughed because only I could find myself on a plane headed to another continent with someone I was avoiding from my tiny ass town. But I did it!

So, in conclusion, don’t be that person. Don’t be that judgemental dickhead because when I rule the world I’ll probably subject you to an incredibly shitty life of serving me chocolates and other various delicious food options whilst dressed in a ridiculous renaissance outfit where both men and women will be forced to dress like women to further the joke. I included “delicious food” because I’m starving. Anyone want to get me a red velvet cake? Make it low fat. I’m trying to lose some weight here, geeze.

I walk to the beat of my own drummer. And my drummer doesn’t know how to play the drums. Yes, I hired a drummer. Because if I were playing my own drums shit would be even more insane.

I walk to the beat of my own drummer.

And my drummer doesn’t know how to play the drums.

Yes, I hired a drummer. Because if I were playing my own drums shit would be even more insane.