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![]() ♥ My name is Alicia. I go by ALMIGHTYALICIA on the net. musings
I adore loud stuff and bright colours. I am a HUGE movie buff. I also spend half my life watching various TV shows. I practically worship the Moon. And I like observing the clouds.
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Posted Friday, July 05, 2013 // 11:31 pm
I can't, it's too big to put out
It is about a month away from the final submission and I could just anticipate myself stressing out over the overtly tight submission dates on the calendar. I was sorting out the dates earlier today and got myself to sighing for 10 minutes because there is at least 3 things going on per week. All of them mounting up to the final grade.I was telling my groupmates earlier to treat me like the lovers they never have so that I can try my hardest to take things a little less intense than I need. Well, my exact words were to "pre-order some pleasant surprises". Because my heart need to get use to surprise, and to balance out the horrible heart attacks I could get from the various projects, I need nice things to happen to me that is beneficiary for what I intend to do. Or is beneficiary for my aching soul of despair. I tend to get overly dramatic when I am stressed out, fluctuating from being oddly calm to crying-panicky. In a matter of minutes. Though I probably already thought of the solution prior to my semi-true emotional breakdown. So yes, I need to be kept in a well-loved greenhouse to grow to the fullest I am. Even though I can still make it in the wild, with a bit of whining, that is. I spent the past few days spending way too much time with them loving bunch of burdens. They have gotten way too comfortable with me for my liking, invading into my property and all. :/ I should probably ban them. Soon. I'm just kidding. I enjoy their company. It's really rare to finding a partnership that doesn't make you tear your brains out and I am thankful that I have these burdens with me on the journey. They try their hardest to sew my hair back into my scalp when I get frustrated and tear them off, even though they are hardly the reason for my angst half the time. But anyway, here's to having a safety net. -cheers- Labels: my gross friends, poly, school is killing me |