Thursday, March 30, 2006
i shouldn't be here
oh no, it's kinda late, and i have not finished most of my homework, and i decided to start researching for the ss brochure and i asked Chandni to start too, but she didn't reply my sms and it's due on friday and i am worried! really really worried. then i tried calling her but she's gone with the wind! i've got lots to do and super overdued holiday homework but i'm really tired and it's a wednesday. WEDNESDAY! do you KNOW what that means!? that means it super-a-lot-of-homework-to-the-extent-that-i-do-until-i-want-to-die-but-i-can't-die-until-i-finish-it-which-will-be-never-even-if-i-don't-sleep-tonight-but-i'm-so-tired-that-at-2am-i-just-go-to-sleep-without-doing-it-then-the-next-day-will-have-even-more-homework-so-doing-wednesday's-homework-is-pushed-back-further-and-further-so-i-cannot-die-because-it-will-never-be-finished day. BUT right now i just cannot be motivated to do homework anymore that i have managed to convince myself that there it no homework, but at the back of my mind, i know that there are tons and tons of them and so i am veryyy worried. then i look at my sister and she is playing solitaire and i am jealous! >:( this ss brochure is really getting on my nerves.
i have taken myself out of this world to do something which is totally different from what i do everyday. i shall write a poem on something totally irrelevent and lame. and i got inspiration from audrey's sick day, just cus i'm going crazy.
it is said that, Solomon Grundy,
born on monday,
christened on tuesday,
married on wednesday,
took ill on thursday,
worse on friday,
died on saturday,
and buried on sunday
audrey, whereas, saw black spots,
and polka-dots.
ate spagetthi and meatballs,
and vomitted orange gunk into the toilet bowl.
no panadol she could find,
so eating panadol menstrual she didn't mind.
i could help her not, it was all really lousy,
for all i had was lozenges which didn't make you drowsy.
so that night, i packed lots of drugs,
from curing running nose to slugs.
although she's alright,
i'm not in such a good sight.
so in the end i brought the medicines and all,
to the classrooms and the hall,
they ended up for i, myself and me,
something which Father Luke called the un-holy trinity.
i do not want to go to school tomorrow,
but i have to, to my sorrow.
for the ss project i have not done,
it's on my life or none.
"drink more water!" they always say,
but i've gone to the loo 284602756 times today.
i feel like it, but myself i cannot shoot,
for to the loo i gotta scoot.
haha, yeah, it's all true, but looking at my poem, you all now know why m not taking lit. haha, n btw, that solomon grundy part is a nursery rhyme, haha. n i really don't know how some 3/7ers still can blog so regularly, m like, busybusy. good time management i guess.
oh well, back to my worrying. wait, i need to pee first.
GONE SHOPPING, 3/30/2006 12:03:00 am
