Finished.

so as of 4:09 pm, i finished the tedious remodeling project. i think my room is pretty normal for a 18 year old dude..?


my workspace.


peep the hundreds poster.


my space under my bed for my shoes is no more. so here they are.


the vans collection of a champion. hehe.


kikoliwag's bed.


view from my bed, i guess.


eff this part of my room though. all the useless crap just ruins it.


peep the mickey mouse clock.


ahh, finally finished. ...sh*t. now i have to study for my damn english final. my english teacher, along with the other two english teachers for the seniors, came up with the stupid idea that it would be easier for us to pass the final if they just gave us 100 true/false questions, along with 4 essay questions. ...what the eff?!?!?! how would that make it easier. im assuming its cause they think we wont study, so they might as well give us a 50/50 chance of getting each answer right. ...but what about the people that aren't comfortable with a 50% chance of passing, and NEED to study? oh dont worry, they gave us a packet of 142 true statements. an example of one is...

"John Donne's poems express a metaphysical approach to life, and initiated the styles of early seventeenth century English poetry."

...what the f**k! how am i supposed to memorize 142 statements like that?! not to mention coming up with answers to 10 possible essay questions..

true statements packet.


possible essay questions sheet.



do they not want us to graduate?

kikoliwag.