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My brother ate Vlad. Correction; we ate Vlad. Poor Vlad. Although I have the sneaking suspicion that Vlad will have the last laugh...
Haven't done much study last three days. Did Chem Paper 2 today. Likeomgwow I got 87%. But it was May 00 and, in my opinion, the easiest paper ever. But I'm going to try to ignore the ginormous part of my brain that keeps telling me that. The newspaper says that confidence is a good exam technique. Confidence. I am going to pass chem. I am not a failure at chem. Chem has me paranoid. Honestly, I just wish my parents would BACK OFF!
French is blergh. But it's been blergh ever since Mme Perry talked me into doing. Steadily going down hill. Boy, how she must wish she could turn back time...I wrote another psych essay plan today. Likeomgwow. That's two. But hey, it's progress. At least I've started studying. And I'm attempting to communicate with Mashy-poo. Hear that Mashy-poo? You're in the wrong. A-ha, a-ha, a-ha. *dances* English is kind of hibernating. Do I have another subject? That's one, two, three, four...oh shit, I do five subjects. Think brain, think. *brain thinks* Oh Hell, I do maths. Probably shouldn't forget that one.
One day to go. Please go, please go. He hasn't spoken to me all day. Just sits there like a giant blimp. No, too harsh. But it's honestly infuriating. Go away. Don't you know I need to study? Don't you know I need to try not to freak out about anything? What's that? You do know? But you think I'm being a selfish little cow. Oh yeah, I get you. I've understood all year, you've certainly said it enough. And now I'm writing a novel. My aim in life is to be the Vampire Lord Byron. And Zombie Shakespeare.
In other news, the taekwondo instructor keeps calling me stupid. This is coming from a guy who repeatedly said 'left, right, left' whilst hopping 'right, left, right'. At least I know which foot has which name. Maybe I should offer to make him flash cards? Or maybe giant neon signs with flashing arrows.
Nobody came for Halloween. It was sad. Why doesn't anyone respect the old pagan traditions anymore? It makes me sad. Me is sad. Sad is me. Is me sad. Sad me is. Should I insert number + ! ? Maybe. I don't want to remember that though.
I want a horse. Somebody buy me a horse. A horse, a horse; my kingdom for a horse. Maybe it would work if I had a kingdom? Or a crown lying under a bush somewhere. And a couple of nephews lying in the dirt. But really, there's absolutely no proof that he did it. Henry Tudor had just as valid a reason.
Tick tock, tick tock. Rocket clock? It's amazing how the memory fades. Did anyone else get that story at Marshmead? About the two dudes sent away to find the best gift. And one dude comes back and gives him a memory because it's the most beautiful and precious of all. And I remember thinking 'What shit' because memories don't last, they wax and wane before finally fading with little semblance of the truth.
Haven't done much study last three days. Did Chem Paper 2 today. Likeomgwow I got 87%. But it was May 00 and, in my opinion, the easiest paper ever. But I'm going to try to ignore the ginormous part of my brain that keeps telling me that. The newspaper says that confidence is a good exam technique. Confidence. I am going to pass chem. I am not a failure at chem. Chem has me paranoid. Honestly, I just wish my parents would BACK OFF!
French is blergh. But it's been blergh ever since Mme Perry talked me into doing. Steadily going down hill. Boy, how she must wish she could turn back time...I wrote another psych essay plan today. Likeomgwow. That's two. But hey, it's progress. At least I've started studying. And I'm attempting to communicate with Mashy-poo. Hear that Mashy-poo? You're in the wrong. A-ha, a-ha, a-ha. *dances* English is kind of hibernating. Do I have another subject? That's one, two, three, four...oh shit, I do five subjects. Think brain, think. *brain thinks* Oh Hell, I do maths. Probably shouldn't forget that one.
One day to go. Please go, please go. He hasn't spoken to me all day. Just sits there like a giant blimp. No, too harsh. But it's honestly infuriating. Go away. Don't you know I need to study? Don't you know I need to try not to freak out about anything? What's that? You do know? But you think I'm being a selfish little cow. Oh yeah, I get you. I've understood all year, you've certainly said it enough. And now I'm writing a novel. My aim in life is to be the Vampire Lord Byron. And Zombie Shakespeare.
In other news, the taekwondo instructor keeps calling me stupid. This is coming from a guy who repeatedly said 'left, right, left' whilst hopping 'right, left, right'. At least I know which foot has which name. Maybe I should offer to make him flash cards? Or maybe giant neon signs with flashing arrows.
Nobody came for Halloween. It was sad. Why doesn't anyone respect the old pagan traditions anymore? It makes me sad. Me is sad. Sad is me. Is me sad. Sad me is. Should I insert number + ! ? Maybe. I don't want to remember that though.
I want a horse. Somebody buy me a horse. A horse, a horse; my kingdom for a horse. Maybe it would work if I had a kingdom? Or a crown lying under a bush somewhere. And a couple of nephews lying in the dirt. But really, there's absolutely no proof that he did it. Henry Tudor had just as valid a reason.
Tick tock, tick tock. Rocket clock? It's amazing how the memory fades. Did anyone else get that story at Marshmead? About the two dudes sent away to find the best gift. And one dude comes back and gives him a memory because it's the most beautiful and precious of all. And I remember thinking 'What shit' because memories don't last, they wax and wane before finally fading with little semblance of the truth.