This is me hating myself...

[fighting_wotsit]

I should learn to not fritter my holidays away in bed and on the x-box and finish my projects before my first day of 6th form. My fingers are dying (it doesn't help that I sliced one with a knife earlier) and so does my arse from...Actually I don't know what but it hurts. And so does my head.

I hate you, me, for being this plight upon me...you...
I

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[catpaws]

Me, you, we both.
I was so lazy thorough the holidays and now I'm paying for it bitterly. D:

[fighting_wotsit]

Urghhhh
Let's lie to ourselves to make us feel better by saying we'll learn from our mistakes and not do it again next year.

I'm just glad that I've finally finished, though it took me 12 hours D:
I need a shower...

[catpaws]

12 hours?!
What the heck were you working on? D:
A skyscraper?

[fighting_wotsit]

Sociology...I didn't even have a lesson today...urfffurghhhhhnyehurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr so exhausted.

[fighting_wotsit]

Hello completely unrelated comment! But I think I know what you are referring to, and I have forgotten most of the seventh book after reading it during a stressful time in my life, so I can't gage my reaction to the film, either part of it.
The song that I believe you are speaking of is a very beautiful song, yes. But who would suspect otherwise with Mozart?