In Life..
..there's alot of work to be done. Some of it is thinking, some is with your hands and most is just to keep on going.
Sometimes you just dont even have a minuet, not Even one. so you take some anyway and put them where their not SUPPOSED to go, like in the computer or sleeping on your bed or just walking around the park or your head.
These persuits are more appealing because they are not what you are supposed to be doing. Tempation is harsh, trust me i know, I broke my lent yesterday and ate a packet of jammie dodgers. Jesus wasnt too happy, i assume.
My play is over my essays have just begun. I have this skirt, it looks like a curtain but i wear it as a skirt. It rides up when i walk which doesnt really matter because its so long anyway and all i can think of is that I can't be bothered going to Italian right now. Now Ive written this and i am late which is additionally stressful. But Im still going to go because i dont have the time to catch up on what ive missed in my own time. In my own time i play the piano.
I have 2 and a half songs and i just play them over and over again and its fantastically something. But i dont have free time anymore. I probably would if i was more organised.
If i had neat heandwriting enough sleep and and folder dividers. but things dont turn out that way all the time and sometimes none of the time.
The important thing is you fit the important things in, somewhere. Like that moment where you sit down and read this poem or just look out of some window and for four minuets in that whole day your brain switchs on, enough for you to realise everything you have to do is ridiculous and that youd be better off as a farmer in a beautiful montain, if it wasnt for the fact that you still had so much to learn.
But i mean its all worth it as long as you get that, at least sometimes.
Sometimes you just dont even have a minuet, not Even one. so you take some anyway and put them where their not SUPPOSED to go, like in the computer or sleeping on your bed or just walking around the park or your head.
These persuits are more appealing because they are not what you are supposed to be doing. Tempation is harsh, trust me i know, I broke my lent yesterday and ate a packet of jammie dodgers. Jesus wasnt too happy, i assume.
My play is over my essays have just begun. I have this skirt, it looks like a curtain but i wear it as a skirt. It rides up when i walk which doesnt really matter because its so long anyway and all i can think of is that I can't be bothered going to Italian right now. Now Ive written this and i am late which is additionally stressful. But Im still going to go because i dont have the time to catch up on what ive missed in my own time. In my own time i play the piano.
I have 2 and a half songs and i just play them over and over again and its fantastically something. But i dont have free time anymore. I probably would if i was more organised.
If i had neat heandwriting enough sleep and and folder dividers. but things dont turn out that way all the time and sometimes none of the time.
The important thing is you fit the important things in, somewhere. Like that moment where you sit down and read this poem or just look out of some window and for four minuets in that whole day your brain switchs on, enough for you to realise everything you have to do is ridiculous and that youd be better off as a farmer in a beautiful montain, if it wasnt for the fact that you still had so much to learn.
But i mean its all worth it as long as you get that, at least sometimes.