2007-04-18
Jumphopskip.
SYF results are in one week's time.
(Oh, can you feel the pressure?)
I'm trying to get my writing streak back since she decided to flounce off somewhere without giving me due notice. The Narratives I'm due to write keep staring me in the face in that sort of way and it's making me feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Hui Fang, I declare, because she is so inspirational, has officially become my muse. I shall now write a bitter angry story about how she cheated my feelings. Or rather, how choir cheated me of a performance. (Singing at the amphitheatre my foot!) I know I promised you a longer, more prettiful dedication, my dear WIFE, but at the moment I can't exactly seem to write out anything befitting of your inspiration. So. Do wait. (:
[On a side note, your typos make me laugh.
Pride. Lust. Sloth. Gluttony. Anger. Envy. Avarice. !Fang Bushwoman. says:
i'm not the "busty one"
Pride. Lust. Sloth. Gluttony. Anger. Envy. Avarice. !Fang Bushwoman. says:
NO.
Pride. Lust. Sloth. Gluttony. Anger. Envy. Avarice. !Fang Bushwoman. says:
*BUSY
:D ]
Cammie Loy should compensate Angela, Stephanie and I for working so hard to keep the room clean. Cammie Loy should also confiscate the bell in the room from Stephanie, because bells make Stephanie become an evil ambulance that kills people.
My dreams have recently been disturbingly school-based. Dreaming about the SCPB and random class and schoolmates may be amusing on the first time, but after the third one they start becoming like old jokes: you know you want to laugh but they feel strangely awkward.
I'm supposed to be writing my long overdue essay, but I can't seem to function right. Must be the curry. And (an) annoying brother(s).
~
I want to tell you before you go far far away from me.
abstracity at 10:01 p.m.