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miss delaney
Aug. 22nd, 2006 01:34 amI hate GP comprehensions. I think I'm too retarded for it, but I find it a chore to do the short answer questions. Maybe I'm just in denial that I am a complete failure in it. But, well well, we've all got to have our short-comings. Apparently mine is looking at things in a simple light.
Maybe it's looking at things at all! D:
I just uh hope that I didn't screw up my GP mock too badly. I'm like permanently seated in the front and surrounded by smart people so yeah. If I get a fucking B4 or below I'll just dissolve in my seat and evaporate into the air.Then maybe I can condense into their brains and take over their bodies.
So Monday has come and gone. And Monday has certainly turned out to be more blue than usual - and its not just the awful putrid blue colour they're painting the school with.
I don't particularly understand why I constitute so much trust in people. Not that I'm complaining, but there is something wrong with me - or the world - when I suddenly find myself bombarded with questions that I cannot answer.
Furthermore, I'm too tired to bother at the moment. Perhaps it's a mixture of emotional, psychological and physical fatigue but I don't have the energy to just think about anything other than what's at hand. Sugar won't do the trick here. I need recuperation at letsay, a Swiss inn.
And what's the sitch (HAHA I COULDN'T HELP PUTTING IN THIS REFERENCE) with people getting upset over how they don't conform to society's parameters? Seriously, we're not content when we're being forced into the mold and still whine further when we can't fit in. Face it. There's truth in cliches, especially the one that says "rules are meant to be broken". To quote, why think out of the box? Just don't think with a box at all.
( don't click if you don't want to see me wax lyrical about grades )
I'm going to stake out a good spot tomorrow to get a bit of studying done before I slack off at home. Ah, this is the life of a no-life, a low-life.
This reminds me! I am itching to do a commentary on the NDP Rally. I will do it soon, once I actually get my hands on the 34-page transcript and pick it apart. I mean, I don't want to rattle my head off on baseless accusations - something that I excel in.
Maybe it's looking at things at all! D:
I just uh hope that I didn't screw up my GP mock too badly. I'm like permanently seated in the front and surrounded by smart people so yeah. If I get a fucking B4 or below I'll just dissolve in my seat and evaporate into the air.
So Monday has come and gone. And Monday has certainly turned out to be more blue than usual - and its not just the awful putrid blue colour they're painting the school with.
I don't particularly understand why I constitute so much trust in people. Not that I'm complaining, but there is something wrong with me - or the world - when I suddenly find myself bombarded with questions that I cannot answer.
Furthermore, I'm too tired to bother at the moment. Perhaps it's a mixture of emotional, psychological and physical fatigue but I don't have the energy to just think about anything other than what's at hand. Sugar won't do the trick here. I need recuperation at letsay, a Swiss inn.
And what's the sitch (HAHA I COULDN'T HELP PUTTING IN THIS REFERENCE) with people getting upset over how they don't conform to society's parameters? Seriously, we're not content when we're being forced into the mold and still whine further when we can't fit in. Face it. There's truth in cliches, especially the one that says "rules are meant to be broken". To quote, why think out of the box? Just don't think with a box at all.
( don't click if you don't want to see me wax lyrical about grades )
I'm going to stake out a good spot tomorrow to get a bit of studying done before I slack off at home. Ah, this is the life of a no-life, a low-life.
This reminds me! I am itching to do a commentary on the NDP Rally. I will do it soon, once I actually get my hands on the 34-page transcript and pick it apart. I mean, I don't want to rattle my head off on baseless accusations - something that I excel in.
