Hell hath no fury like parents with a daughter with a bad MSG

a. k. a. the post where Lithuania whines about how screwed she is for PTM.

Recipe for disaster:

Take anime addiction, a dislike for studying in general, and the complete confidence that you can get away with anything, mash together. You will be left with two parents who know nothing about the block tests and a teenaged brat who thinks she is too good for studying.

Add some time, a dash of denial, a sprinkle of procrastination, and yet some more delirious overconfidence (seriously, was I high or something? Did they really drug the Milo?), and you get suckish marks that are ugly in their own right and look even worse on a report card, two oblivious-but-not-for-long parents, a parent-teacher meeting, and a very, very frazzled teenaged brat...who still thinks she's too good for studying.

And now, there is only one thing left to say.

CRAP.

This is my farewell post. The way things are going, I'll never be able to use this computer again. Heck, I'll never be able to leave this house again. I'll have to live out my life as a hermit, not clipping my nails or cutting my hair and is burned by sunlight and run the world's banks through a disposable telephone and a corny alias. I'll be the richest hermit ever. Too bad no one will ever see me again. Hahaha.

*Drinks more of the drugged Milo in the hopes of getting high enough to forget this is happening. Or at least get enough to make me confident enough not to care. Even an overdose would be fine.*

Ask me if I have more recipes to ruin lives,
Lithuania

P.S Yes, I know this is short. And I know this is not ranting. But cut me some slack!!! I'm not high yet! And the only other thing I have to rant about are the fingerprint smudges on my camera! And Pewey, and other random sabbatical stuff, but I don't care enough for the sabbaticals to write about them, and writing about Pewey would be giving her the attention she craves and doesn't deserve.

Estonia, I'll get you new strings for your cello if you just write something for me.

Russia, please do not touch the display screen of my camera again. I'm serious. Also, help me come up with a reason for my parent sto get me a swimsuit and a watergun.

Armenia, Ukraine, help Russia. And why is no one on MSN????