I'd love to sit in Castle Anthrax for a day and have nothing to do for once.
Spanking or making exciting underwear are some things I don't think I ever want to do though. Yeuch.
My life has been very bloggable of late.
What to tell first?...
The whole family turned out to see my brother off at the airport last night.
While I like my brother, I had to wish that he hadn't taken all of two hours and ten minutes to leave. Joseph Conrad can only hold my attention for so long; as it is I gave up in disgust at the end of Chapter I. It's not as if Heart of Darkness is boring, it's just that I've got so many nicer things to read. Like my growing pile of unread The Economist magazines. Or Dilbert.
...I drowsed awake THIS morning to the screaming of an innocuous voice beside my ear. It was my father. I grumbled and my hand wandered over to find my alarm clock, only to find that it was not there. It had fallen off the edge of the Table into the crack between the Table and the Bed.
It was seven o'clock: latest reporting time to school is at 7.35.
'See what happens when you don't sleep early!' my father yelled, and my mother came in to help lug me bodily out of bed. Unfortunately by then I was instantly awake and not swearing -- not swearing was a Herculean feat, by the way -- and plunging to the toilet for my toothbrush.
me (moaning): I'm never going to hear the end of this.*
mother: It's okay, you don't need to rush so much, your father's going to take you to school.
me (moaning): I'm still never going to hear the end of this.
mother: Don't worry, you're not going to be late.
That's not what I meant.
[*referring to the little jibe about sleeping late, because I had been forced to turn in at 1 a.m. last night after a day already crammed with homework and my brother's extended bout of fun at the airport with his friends.]
...
I feel depressed like shit.
...
Now my eyes are screwing up from the tiredness. Like this: *___*. Stupid history assignments.
I should be doing them now, but I'm not because I just spent three hours on ONE of them and half an hour on the other.
Possibly another eight hours at least to go before they're done; the first of them is due on Tuesday, and the next by the end of this week.
Something about the strange little fluctuations in my heatbeat tells me I will die young.
My life has been very bloggable of late.
What to tell first?...
The whole family turned out to see my brother off at the airport last night.
While I like my brother, I had to wish that he hadn't taken all of two hours and ten minutes to leave. Joseph Conrad can only hold my attention for so long; as it is I gave up in disgust at the end of Chapter I. It's not as if Heart of Darkness is boring, it's just that I've got so many nicer things to read. Like my growing pile of unread The Economist magazines. Or Dilbert.
...I drowsed awake THIS morning to the screaming of an innocuous voice beside my ear. It was my father. I grumbled and my hand wandered over to find my alarm clock, only to find that it was not there. It had fallen off the edge of the Table into the crack between the Table and the Bed.
It was seven o'clock: latest reporting time to school is at 7.35.
'See what happens when you don't sleep early!' my father yelled, and my mother came in to help lug me bodily out of bed. Unfortunately by then I was instantly awake and not swearing -- not swearing was a Herculean feat, by the way -- and plunging to the toilet for my toothbrush.
me (moaning): I'm never going to hear the end of this.*
mother: It's okay, you don't need to rush so much, your father's going to take you to school.
me (moaning): I'm still never going to hear the end of this.
mother: Don't worry, you're not going to be late.
That's not what I meant.
[*referring to the little jibe about sleeping late, because I had been forced to turn in at 1 a.m. last night after a day already crammed with homework and my brother's extended bout of fun at the airport with his friends.]
...
I feel depressed like shit.
...
Now my eyes are screwing up from the tiredness. Like this: *___*. Stupid history assignments.
I should be doing them now, but I'm not because I just spent three hours on ONE of them and half an hour on the other.
Possibly another eight hours at least to go before they're done; the first of them is due on Tuesday, and the next by the end of this week.
Something about the strange little fluctuations in my heatbeat tells me I will die young.
posted by the zen thing at 10:43 pm
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