I lost my graduation outfit collar, and then my mom made me look in the same place for two hours,
... and then wouldn't let me sew the collar myself.
Thank you, Liz, for telling me the measurements, and I'm really sorry about last year's worst psychology project ever.
When you are thinking "I wish" and then you get to thinking about other kinds of wishes, what is it you wish for?
What I wish is that I didn't wish like [see below], and I wish I knew whether or not there ARE rats in my room because I dreamed about it but I can't actually tell, so I'm now slightly disturbed.
What I wish is that my mom would understand why I dropped out of the vaunted "IB" programme (with an added "me" on the end just so you know exactly what it's about) and why I never applied for NHS. I wish she could understand that my scruples don't allow me to be parts of groups in whose name the words corruption, egotism, elitism, and relativism are now implied, and that when I say my prayers I can't bear the way everyone else likes to say them faster, and extra-loud, and therefore when I say mine I am slower and a little quieter and my words don't match everyone else's because I am an entire prayer behind.
I wish I could understand everything, and I suppose knowing everything is not always a big help in this, or if you are Simon, you are allowed to think that I am only pretending not to know anything.
I also wish, when it comes down to it, that I didn't write like I am three years younger than I really am, and that I could think before I type, and in the end, that I had any kind of quality that would make me some kind of a desirable friend.
I have decided, that unless it is of the utmost important (such as finding out the collar measurements), I will never initiate an instant messenger conversation again. I've humiliated myself enough.
Thank you, Liz, for telling me the measurements, and I'm really sorry about last year's worst psychology project ever.
When you are thinking "I wish" and then you get to thinking about other kinds of wishes, what is it you wish for?
What I wish is that I didn't wish like [see below], and I wish I knew whether or not there ARE rats in my room because I dreamed about it but I can't actually tell, so I'm now slightly disturbed.
What I wish is that my mom would understand why I dropped out of the vaunted "IB" programme (with an added "me" on the end just so you know exactly what it's about) and why I never applied for NHS. I wish she could understand that my scruples don't allow me to be parts of groups in whose name the words corruption, egotism, elitism, and relativism are now implied, and that when I say my prayers I can't bear the way everyone else likes to say them faster, and extra-loud, and therefore when I say mine I am slower and a little quieter and my words don't match everyone else's because I am an entire prayer behind.
I wish I could understand everything, and I suppose knowing everything is not always a big help in this, or if you are Simon, you are allowed to think that I am only pretending not to know anything.
I also wish, when it comes down to it, that I didn't write like I am three years younger than I really am, and that I could think before I type, and in the end, that I had any kind of quality that would make me some kind of a desirable friend.
I have decided, that unless it is of the utmost important (such as finding out the collar measurements), I will never initiate an instant messenger conversation again. I've humiliated myself enough.