"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Monday, April 7, 2008

Hello, Week. Goodbye, Sanity.

I hate homework. Hate, hate, hate, hate it. It's only Monday, and I already feel like I'm overwhelmed with work to do by Friday.

Ridiculous!

Can I keep up? Do I have a choice? Not really. It's do the work or fail, and I'm too much of a perfectionist to allow the latter.

But I won't go quietly. I won't cave submissively. I will moan, groan, complain, whine, and be angry about homework from now until the day the perpetual assignments stop flowing.

And you'd better not say an unkind word about my ranting, or you'll have something much worse--and much more painful--to complain about.

Let your imagination ponder that.
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1 comment:

Aerin said...

oh that makes me think of edward :]

"Dream about that."<3

4/08/2008 4:15 PM

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