Delirious
I have a test at eight o'clock in the morning. It's the first half of my spanish final. I wonder how I'm going to do.... Tests are not my thing. Tests are the the destroyers of love and peace in the world. Sometimes I wish I could be carried away by an unidentified flying object and placed softly in a pink planet full of fluffy animals where I can eat grapes all day. I'm debating with myself whether I should allow the mixture of humid stickiness and heat keep me doing my daily chores or let my natural yearning dream the sunlight away.
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let your yearning run wild
for me
tests are a joke
they never really measure how much i learn so much as the amount of common sense i have - tests have saved me time and again - if it weren't for tests to pass - i would never have graduated - being the brilliant and lazy person i am - i never did well in school because i hated schoolwork - studying and all that - sort of explains my current and strangely familiar abhorance of my job right now - i'd rather be dreaming away the day than getting paid for this
wait - now that i think of it - tests really didn't save me - they've actually put me places i didn't really want to be - if it weren't for tests to pass - which is what i do naturally - i wouldn't have graduated every year - so let me rephrase this - tests are not a measure of how much i learn so much as how much of a sheep i am
baaaah!
it's been a long hard day and i look forward to shaving my head
my sister in law is conjuring up abnormal solutions to her frustration and my sister thinks shes a dream interpreter who deals with the paranormalities of the mind....who would have thought?
carol what was that?
what was what?
yes, lynda thinks she knows everything. ha!
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