That being said, botters are disgusting.

If I could, I'd delete them off my Mousehunt friend list. I detest you people for horning for me thankyouverymuch. And stay off my turf of non-botters.

Old fashioned or whatthehell, I don't really care. I just DON'T WANT TO BOT.

It's just damn frustrating when you look up every now and then during studies that you smile coz it's time to press the horn. It used to be so relieving when I get to see what I catch. But, not any more. Ever since the invention of damned scripts that run on Chrome, whenever I miss the horn by a little, I don't get to press it anymore. Ooops, sorry, it says, (insert name) has sounded the horn.

That's fine if I know you aren't botting, or if I don't know you're botting. But when I know you're botting, it makes my blood boil. Keep off my horn, butt.

I hope Mousehunt implements the thing Neopets does in their shops. To press a particular spot in a picture so that botters can't script it. Then I will do chicken wings with those irritating botters.

On a non-Mousehunt side, I am also quite frustrated. Namely because I suck in Science. My CAP is lousy. So I can literally say bye-bye to Medicine. Everyday in my school is a constant reminder that my life and future are a mess.

And today, I learnt about Nursing. Seems pretty good. But I need to support a family with that. I don't even know if the salary from being a nurse is reasonable in terms of working hours and such. If I could hold on to a Science degree and do something non-Science like, HR in a company, and still earn more than nurses. Then wth?

Zzz.

Life is really troublesome.

I would, like everyone, want to follow my passion. What used to be a passion is now just an interest. Main reason coz I can't excel in it. Another reason coz I don't have the chance too. Partly another reason coz my life in the future isn't only going to be mine.

In other words, circumstances and giving way makes me unable to pursue what I want. Maybe coz God doesn't want me to be what I want to be. Whenever I get into a place where I know I should be able to survive, shit hits me in the face and tell me that no, I'm below average.

Darn.

Alright, I gotta go.

Nights.