Tuesday, February 22, 2011

what the farmer

"even though you need a golden calculator to divide
the time it took inside and realise
that real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah!"

Hey guys. I'm here looking at my OT Lee mathematics 3C/D book and lamenting the death of this blog and the metaphorical death of its creators. It's been really hot today, tensions have been running high and I feel like I'm Czechoslovakia in 1939 (dat history knowledge), getting my neutrality signed away the events of the day.

It's nearly the day of the ball and sometimes I wonder if every girl/guy goes through the thoroughly confusing, stressful and friendship severing experience that is organising tables, limos and trying to keep tensions low. Of course it's not as if I've been the most stressed out - but as an outside observer... it's incredibly sad and painful to watch.

Not to mention the tests, the essays and my ever-failing eyesight.......

I'm not saying that we should look upon the past with rose coloured glasses - for last year and the years before were also full of drama. I just wish that everyone would take it a little easier and enjoy what's left of this year - instead of worrying or changing themselves (hence causing much drama and sadness).

I love all you guys. I love all the things you've done for me. I love the way you try so hard at everything. Sometimes it's too much though.

Some personal anonymous shout outs (don't even try to guess):

- you can't fight anger with anger and you can't fight stress with more study

- why are you so oblivious? quit ingratiating yourself with other people and losing all the characteristics we cherish you for. and maybe looking back to see who's feelings you've hurt instead of shagging up to some people would be nice.

- talk to me ;__;

- fark you!

anyway :3 hope things get sorted by the time someone reads this. maths and ts eliot are eagerly awaiting my attention.

<3





1 comment:

Jamie said...

lillyyyyyyyy ❤______________❤
hehehe czechoslovakia 1939 yeaaaaaah!

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Tuesday, February 22, 2011

what the farmer

"even though you need a golden calculator to divide
the time it took inside and realise
that real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah!"

Hey guys. I'm here looking at my OT Lee mathematics 3C/D book and lamenting the death of this blog and the metaphorical death of its creators. It's been really hot today, tensions have been running high and I feel like I'm Czechoslovakia in 1939 (dat history knowledge), getting my neutrality signed away the events of the day.

It's nearly the day of the ball and sometimes I wonder if every girl/guy goes through the thoroughly confusing, stressful and friendship severing experience that is organising tables, limos and trying to keep tensions low. Of course it's not as if I've been the most stressed out - but as an outside observer... it's incredibly sad and painful to watch.

Not to mention the tests, the essays and my ever-failing eyesight.......

I'm not saying that we should look upon the past with rose coloured glasses - for last year and the years before were also full of drama. I just wish that everyone would take it a little easier and enjoy what's left of this year - instead of worrying or changing themselves (hence causing much drama and sadness).

I love all you guys. I love all the things you've done for me. I love the way you try so hard at everything. Sometimes it's too much though.

Some personal anonymous shout outs (don't even try to guess):

- you can't fight anger with anger and you can't fight stress with more study

- why are you so oblivious? quit ingratiating yourself with other people and losing all the characteristics we cherish you for. and maybe looking back to see who's feelings you've hurt instead of shagging up to some people would be nice.

- talk to me ;__;

- fark you!

anyway :3 hope things get sorted by the time someone reads this. maths and ts eliot are eagerly awaiting my attention.

<3





1 comment:

  1. lillyyyyyyyy ❤______________❤
    hehehe czechoslovakia 1939 yeaaaaaah!

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