Scare your son, scare your daughter
Yay, I got an A+++ for my English presentation about serial killers today. I also impressed the teacher afterwards by a. saying I'd like to have made it longer because I find the psychological part fascinating (we had a time limit) and b. calling myself 'the nerdy type' when it comes to studying. Haha, I think he hates me a little less now. Though he still disapproves of people who have their own opinion and laugh at his stupid fake British accent.
But I came to the conclusion that the brain and Arcade Fire are made of pure evil. During the presentation and in Maths afterwards I felt the urge to shout
'Every time you close your eyes
Lies! Lies!'
at all times. I've listened to Rebellion (Lies) on the bus on the way to school and it just wouldn't get out of my head for the love of dog. Extremely distracting, that.
I also nearly feared for my sanity when I accidentally dropped my iPod on the changing room floor after gym class. I immediately imagined going to bed music-less, riding the bus music-less or working music-less. It was a nightmare. I picked it up, trembling, barely daring to touch it and turned it on, ready for the worst (as you've probably already figured my guarantee has long since elapsed). But it seemed to work okay, still I kept staring at it on the way home. Only after I successfully connected it to my computer and updated it did I dare believe my luck.
Stupid stupid girl. Note to self: Never dare to drop the holy iPod again unless you want to die an extremely gruesome and painful death.
But I came to the conclusion that the brain and Arcade Fire are made of pure evil. During the presentation and in Maths afterwards I felt the urge to shout
'Every time you close your eyes
Lies! Lies!'
at all times. I've listened to Rebellion (Lies) on the bus on the way to school and it just wouldn't get out of my head for the love of dog. Extremely distracting, that.
I also nearly feared for my sanity when I accidentally dropped my iPod on the changing room floor after gym class. I immediately imagined going to bed music-less, riding the bus music-less or working music-less. It was a nightmare. I picked it up, trembling, barely daring to touch it and turned it on, ready for the worst (as you've probably already figured my guarantee has long since elapsed). But it seemed to work okay, still I kept staring at it on the way home. Only after I successfully connected it to my computer and updated it did I dare believe my luck.
Stupid stupid girl. Note to self: Never dare to drop the holy iPod again unless you want to die an extremely gruesome and painful death.