Nut sacks, maths and an award

After an intense week of exams, it is finally over. You would think I would be relieved but for some reason I'm not. I am relieved but I'm not happy. Maybe I expected more Wham Bam when it was finished or some kind of sign that all is right with the world. It wasn't even a fizzle. Tomorrow will probably be better when I have actually gotten some sleep and it finally hits me that I never have to do math again! Whoop whoop.

In the beginning of the week Cake Betch from The hot mess chronicles gave me an award! I was so excited. At first I tried to play it cool but then I just couldn't hold it in anymore.

*Runs to nearest family member

Me: Ohmygoshigotanawardbtoneofmyfavouritebloggersishdiwehferfyeru!
Sister: What?
Me: *Heavy breathing
Sister: Chels? Are you okay?
Me: *Manic eyes
Sister: Chelsey, you are starting to freak me out.
Me: *Tries to turn head 360 degrees. Fails.
Sister: CHELSEY!
Me: Okay, fine! Look!!!!!! 

I proceeded to show her the awesomeness that is my award:

HOW FREAKING AWESOME IS THAT???? AN AWARD! FOR ME!!!!!


And thanks to that, I have had some wickedly cool comments, one of which has actually inspired a new picture to spawn from my mind.


From Peevie Juice, I quote

"You are so balls-y. Like you're carrying a pair in your bag or something. Like big hairy cojones." 

I was incredibly flattered.

I present: The Nutsack

I would totally buy one

Studying Math is close to sodomy

I am hating life at the moment, not really but I like to exaggerate. My math exam that I was suppose to write in the beginning of June has been bumped up by three weeks and I'll be now writing it in two weeks. TWO WEEKS! How on earth am I suppose to cram five weeks worth of studying into two? It doesn't help that I have the attention span of a goldfish.

 

In the beginning of my blog I wrote about the game that I liked to play with myself called Think of poor starving animals that have incurable diseases and stop feeling sorry for myself. Like I said sometimes it helps and this time it did put things in perspective for me. Things could be a lot worse, like I could be homeless, blind and only have one arm.

But still this game doesn't take away all my ill feeling towards the stupid fucktards people in charge of my education. I think it is time for another letter.

Dear people in charge of my education.

Who the hell do you think you are? Do you think you are God? Huh? Do you think you are omnipotent? Well I am here to tell you that you are not. How dare you put my education at risk. Do you hate the young generation? I think you do, I think you are bitter and alone because your spouse left  you for someone younger. Well fuck you people in charge of my education, you can take my exam timetable and shove it up your own asshole.

Kind regards

Chelsey.

P.S
Your Mother.