curse my luck

I messed up the last fucking sum in the math test (which was on the 9th). So it like: “The x-intercept of a line is 5 and (blahblahblah, blahblahblah) is a point on the line. Find the equation of the line.” and I had to go and say that the line meets the x-axis at (0, 5). I realized my mistake and I corrected it to (5, 0) and I was halfway through correcting the rest of the sum when the proctor took my paper away! I was cursing my luck all day and at the same time pretending that it wasn’t that big a deal when my friends were expressing their sympathy. I don’t need your pity, damn it! So I messed up this sum and obliterated all my chances of scoring 100%, but big deal! I don’t see how it’ll matter in a couple of months. Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it...!

I’ve finished watching 209 episodes in Bleach and reached the Turnback the Pendulum Arc, but voila! There ain’t any more episodes on YouTube. I guess I’ll have to adapt myself to the black and white scenes of the manga if I want to know what happens next.

Today happens to be this certain pain-in-the-butt festival thingy called ‘Holi’. I don’t even want to talk about it—I despise it to the effing core. I incurred it a while ago, and damn, am I mad! Right now my mind’s reiterating one word: “genocide, genocide, genocide!”