le first unravelling of le dislikes

physical education. what about it? i hate it. yes, unfortunately, the the subject had joined the anti-geianne club along with math. i didnt even know what i did wrong with it. or maybe i do. let's just say that me being a fat-ass is a part of the not so good outcome. but hey, who doesnt like food? i bet everybody does. its just that a larger share of my of money is intended to avail them. anyway, the subject officially pissed me last Wednesday when we were having a graded performance for the Muslim dance that were gonna present on the week after next week. in the five-step dance move that we had, i got total faults of 6. I MEAN HOW WAS THAT EVEN LEGIT THAT MY UN-GRACEFULNESS SURPASSED THE TOTAL NUMBER OF THE EXERCISE?

fine, imma let you think.





geianne

affinity 11, and the afterparty

block O.
truth or dare.
school show.
KFC.
disco.
keshia ryle jeoffrey joymee.
night out.
park.
home.
sleepover.

IM TOO LAZY TO WRITE IT IN FULL-DETAILED PARAGRAPH JUST BECAUSE I CLEANED THE ROOM, ARRANGED MY CLOSET, DID SOME LAUNDRY, AND COOKED DINNER. SPARE ME.

-geianne

NC

no credit. that's how it feels like right now, in my college days. everything seems so... ordinarily neutral. the rush of school activities is still there, the financial matter is catching up. the whole thing isnt tragical yet there's nothing amazing about it either. my tank of sense of humor is starting to feel empty. the only thing that brightens my mood is virtual/personal meet ups with my old chums--and they seem to be changing their ways too. maybe its just that i cant move on.

-geianne

pressured at 17

le check thy tumblr post