Brace yourselves, readers. You're entering a blog with belligerent rants/reviews, chaotic writings, incompetent; pointless fangirling... and, oh yeah, GIFS. Fuckloads of them... did I also mention some swearing? I'm an eighteen-year-old girl majoring in Theatre Arts. I may not be an excellent writer, but gosh, I love doing it.
It's 11pm and my neighbours are STILL partying (bumping their shit music since 4 fucking pm). I wish their electricity would cut off. Even with the windows closed I can still hear the music. >.>
Why can't they just read a book?