Plan B

Hehe... So, lovely people of the world, how are you? Ya good? Me? Not the best.

As you've seen in my last post, I planned to be a neuroscientist. 

Unlucky for me, it's a no. One of the places I applied to, said my grades didn't meet their standards. So... let's cross that off the list:

TO-DO LIST

1. Get milk

2. Pick up Sophie 

3. Do math homework

4. Become a Neuroscientist

5. Feed the cat

Alas (earwax. Hehe. Just kidding), I must change my life plans or do 9 assessments for science. Either that, or I become an *shivers in disgust* an accountant!

Wish me luck, fellow humans!

- Sol xxx

P.s. Song of the week/month for me is in the link below 

Song of the WEEK/MONTH!

Slow and Steady Wins The Race ^-^

Patience is a virtue. Or so they say. This blog is going to take time to build up with viewers. I have to be patient, but in the mean time, I should consider my life options.

I really would love to be a Neuroscientist. Sounds scary, doesn't it? It's a job that requires high grades (which I do not have) fast thinking minds (which I do not have) nimble fingers for typing and operations (which I, also, do not have) and last but not least, the capability of being able to withstand the urge to give up (which I most certainly do not have).

But lest ye worry, I have a Plan B! I want to become a radio host person. I've loved the idea of being able to control what one part of a country is listening to if they tune into the radio station. One day, I want to do professional interviews with famous people and have good links with them. 

Plan B is more of a dream job than anything. So let's just leave that as a last resort. Heheh!

- Sol xxx

Tests!!!

Tests! Tests are hitting young teens, children, adults from left, right and centre. Everyone; but not just the written examinations. 

Everyday we are being tested on how much bull crap, wound up stories, false gossip and fake doody heads we can handle before we slap a bish with a fish. 

Like, Jegus Christmas, people. We have things to do in our lives, become something of ourselves. Why do you need to test our levels of patience? 

Lesson learned. Always carry a butter sock (stinky sock full of unmelted butter) and swing it around like a weapon. To ensure you do not lose your butter sock, customise your sock in your own unique way. Just make sure you don't have your name engraved in the sock. It's just not right to leave evidence at the scene of a murder... for obvious reasons, hehe!

But anyways, I do believe that this is a very hard and important part of some of our lives. Exam grade boundaries are changing every second., so you all best get revising. 


- Sol xxx

Introductions!!!

Well, hey, everybody! It's me, Mickey Mouse!

No, actually. It isn't. Let's do this again, shall we? 

Hello, all people across the world that may or may not stumble across this blog at one time or another. I am Solemn, Sol for short. Your ordinary female of, Lord knows, what age. 

Little Bit About Me (whether you care or nah): 

• I love cookies
• I love hugs
• I love being weird, normal is really quite boring
• I shall be the ears to listen, the arms to hold, the eyes to guide, the soul to sing, the legs to support. I'm here for you.
• Rainy days are my LIFE!
• Sushi... My baby.... I love you... My favourite food.
• Sol means "sun" in Spanish (I dunno, enspañol people, don't kill me), therefore, I'm just here to brighten at least one person's day.

That's me XD

Now, to the important stuff. This page has been made for those who just want to rant. Get a load of poopy off of their chests/backs/legs/necks/arms/head etc etc. And then after that, I shall do my utmost best to reply with something to make you laugh. 

Just remember. There is always a silver lining...



- Sol xxx