i'm no pimptress rooster...

got my midterm back today. sigh...i'm soooo bad at dealing with rejection. it's like the midterm slapped me in the face and was like "no! i don't want you as my girlfriend. don't be courting me!" yeeeah, owee. usually i take it like a wo-man, but this time i took it like a baby. especially when you see people all grinning and nodding their head in satisfaction and struttin their stuff like a rooster going, "yeah, i'm hot stuff, i can get the chicks." i hang my rooster flab (that gros red skin they have on their head) in shame. i'll go join those fake rooster/chickens they advertise in foster farms commercials that drink soda and eat junk food and try to pass off as a real foster farms chicken.

life isn't all about school...i should stop and listen to my own advice!!!