Pierce: The comedy

Ahh... another friday in my quickly becomeing a sit-com life. Y'know what? I think god made me as a joke, him and his angel buddies are probebly sitting in heaven right now, popin some red bulls and tylenol and just LAUGHING! My life is messed, my mom tested out my intellagence with this psychietrest guy, and do you want to know the results? I have the IQ of a 22 year old! I know, WTF? He says that I am garenteed to be succsessfull, and he says that if I get into university it will be no problem for me, my brain is practacally designed for uni-pojects... exept... for all other school work that im required to do.... Im ADHD. If and when I do open ended creative work (such as univercity assignments), its garenteed to be brilliant, but if im givin any work sheets or assignmeents (grunt work as he calls it) my mind instantly thinks that its a increadably dificult chore, and just kinda shuts off, resulting in rushed through half ass work. So really the only way for me to get into univercity and live an amazing succsesfull life is to put in twice as much effort into grade 10, 11, and 12. Lucky me that im in IB where the whole thing is about EXTRA work in the god damned first place... arrg...

The great part about my mind is I have AMAZING verbal and reading comprehension skills, I have a HUGE dictionary in my head, I understand almost all slang, and scientific terms, and I can tell if someone is hinting somthing (which sometimes can be a double-edged sword in itself).

Of coarse god had to shit on me again of having a hard time with expressing my meanings on paper or while typing (as you can see god made me a bl0g because of this). I may get a wonderfull ideas, but if I have to write them down, they may not be exactly what I ment.

As you can see my spelling is not one of my uber-amazing brain skills ether, so lap it up gawd!