Ah, life as it should be. Sort of.
Hehe. Every once in awhile, I get this strange urge to rub my hands together and cackle, because I'm finally in grade twelve. I don't know why I'm so relieved.
Although, I'll have to wait until I'm in second-third year UBC to have another opportunity to cackle with glee again. Maybe I'm just allergic to first year courses, the way that I'm allergic to my piano teacher. Nearly every first year course that I've sat in on was boring.
Yesterday, I woke up with a cough, so I stayed home. I then fell asleep again, and woke up shaking. That soon went away, and so I went to French. I woke up feeling somewhat miserable today as well, so here I am, at home, still.
"My Humps" by the Black Eyed Peas is one of the most...surreal songs that I've ever heard. If I were older, I'd say it was 'way out', with 'way out' indicating that it was so out, it'd be in the stomach of a giant squid somewhere in the Atlantic ocean.
I think I feel surreal, lately. I used to do things. Go places. Hang out with friends. Now I'm in Trans. Boo. My life has gotten to the point where a conversation opener might include a question on how many hours of sleep a certain person gets.
Mm. Soup!
Edit:
:D I'll be spreading illness and disease to the Gladstone reach players tomorrow.
Although, I'll have to wait until I'm in second-third year UBC to have another opportunity to cackle with glee again. Maybe I'm just allergic to first year courses, the way that I'm allergic to my piano teacher. Nearly every first year course that I've sat in on was boring.
Yesterday, I woke up with a cough, so I stayed home. I then fell asleep again, and woke up shaking. That soon went away, and so I went to French. I woke up feeling somewhat miserable today as well, so here I am, at home, still.
"My Humps" by the Black Eyed Peas is one of the most...surreal songs that I've ever heard. If I were older, I'd say it was 'way out', with 'way out' indicating that it was so out, it'd be in the stomach of a giant squid somewhere in the Atlantic ocean.
I think I feel surreal, lately. I used to do things. Go places. Hang out with friends. Now I'm in Trans. Boo. My life has gotten to the point where a conversation opener might include a question on how many hours of sleep a certain person gets.
Mm. Soup!
Edit:
:D I'll be spreading illness and disease to the Gladstone reach players tomorrow.