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Sunday, October 07, 2007


-OVER [soon]-






I'm so tired of mugging for a subject I'm not interested in, to pass a subject I never wanted to take, so to comprise of my 50%, so I can get a promotion to a class I never wanted any part in, so I can go to a school which isn't at the bottom rung, so I can get a job that (hopefully) doesn't bite as much as this does. Wow. Isn't my life just the bowl of cherries. And you wonder why you don't want to be me.

Therefore, I am taking a break from this depressing predicament, to get back in touch with the world as I know (knew) it. Only to realise that everything's been changing, and everything just has to change so much when everyone is just slightly out of touch, so in the end everyone's lives become so much the more busier, so much more the hectic, because they have to keep up with both their social and academic halves.

One of the only few comforts is that this time next week (or in fact, a mere 5 days down the road), I wouldn't care. I would probably be out, celebrating the sweet sweet taste of freedom in the air and tap-dancing across people's roofs. Okay, not so much of tap-dancing per se, but still. With the weight of this off my chest, I bet I could fly. There you go. I'm betting you a hundred bucks I would be able to fly.

So if it's a mere five days, why do I still feel so stinking rotten? Almost every week the clock's out of control. Sit around for an hour, you've sat around the whole day doing nothing. So why is it when you sit down with your books the minute hand gets jammed around the centre and stops moving altogether?

Ohh, well, isn't the world just oh-so-gorgeously-wonderful? Don't you just love it to bits? In fact, I love society so much I just want to hug it and never let it go (I want to hug it so hard, then drop it over the edge of the cliff over the horizon and into the sea, with an anchor tied so tight to it you can see its nonexistant fats drooping over the chains).

I give up. I can't write a normal post in this state. Somehow or other studying (or society) always makes me this sarcastic freak. And since they're both related - Well! Joy to the world!



| so spoken! @ 8:24 PM|

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