Failure

Nope. You eyes are not playing tricks on you. I've actually updated for only the second time this month. But I guess you guys aren't that surprised after all this while. You do know that I don't update regularly. I don't blog about stupid and unimportant stuff that happen to me. You guys don't need to know about that. So lets get down to business.

The blogshop venture has failed miserably. I've not received any orders and Mel only got 3. Which is as pathetic as a featherless bird. (Pardon the made up simile) Why the lukewarm support guys? Are the shoes too expensive? Is that the reason? You want something cheaper? Fine. I'm looking into T-shirts and caps. Hopefully, those will work out fine. Oh and btw, you might have noticed that the tagbox of my blogshop has been removed. That's because some son of a bitch named Phil had the fucking nerve to tell me that I took the pictures of the shoes from his blogshop and posted it on my site. He even dared to leave his website at the tagbox. I removed the tagbox to prevent such things from happening again and guess what the faggot did? He sent Mel an e-mail, whining about how we took his shoe pictures and how his mom had sex with a german shepherd, etc. Some people are just a fucking pain in the ass. Alright then. Enough about the blogshop thingy.

I can't sleep at night. Because every time I try to close my eyes, I'll think of 2 things, my ITT module and her. And I shall not talk about her this time around. I'm worried sick. I'm worried about when I'll get my diploma. Mom's been pestering me about it. And I keep lying to her that my course is not over when it should have been over last December. But I failed my ITT and had to remodule. And even so, I should have been done with school last month. But clever old me, decided to skip lessons and was eventually barred from taking the exams. So I have to remodule again. Where am I going to find $300+ to remodule again? How long am I supposed to lie to my parents? Damn it. If only I could turn back time. I'd pass the module on the first try.