Important ANNOUNCEMENT. Not really.
DramaTweets
I'm not exactly in a Resolution-y kind of mood so I'll probably post it... I don't know, when I graduate maybe?
My planner's filled with exams, papers, paper consultations, assignments, blah blah blah. I know my planner's new and all but I think the teachers were too excited to fill it up. It's just the start of the year, the least they could do is save some planned torture for next month, or how about never? I get the whole high pressure + high temperature = diamonds logic but c'mon, high pressure + high temperature also = pimples, and ultimately, stress, which we all know is the leading cause of death. (Cancer, suicide, you name it, bucko.)
And I let all these school stuff get to me 'cause I actually DO want to graduate on schedule (ie 2010) not because I'm excited to work and become some sort of slave to capitalism but because, Ladies and Gents, getting as far away from school as possible has been the only dream to have survived the Death of Hopes and Dreams Incident of 2006.
But then if you think about it, I'm still off to Graduate or Law or Clown School after I graduate so that doesn't exactly make much sense, does it now? Welcome to my world, I guess.
The point here is that for the umpteenth time, my school is driving me thisclose off the edge but this time, and this is the weird part, I'm actually trying to save myself. Not that there's much of me worth saving for. One of these days I'm probably getting superpowers and when that time comes, you guys will proclaim me your ruler. Most of you will wish that I should've died by drowning in schoolwork. LOL.
This ends our first rant of 2009. Join us again next time, kids.
Ladeeda.
~You know who

My planner's filled with exams, papers, paper consultations, assignments, blah blah blah. I know my planner's new and all but I think the teachers were too excited to fill it up. It's just the start of the year, the least they could do is save some planned torture for next month, or how about never? I get the whole high pressure + high temperature = diamonds logic but c'mon, high pressure + high temperature also = pimples, and ultimately, stress, which we all know is the leading cause of death. (Cancer, suicide, you name it, bucko.)
And I let all these school stuff get to me 'cause I actually DO want to graduate on schedule (ie 2010) not because I'm excited to work and become some sort of slave to capitalism but because, Ladies and Gents, getting as far away from school as possible has been the only dream to have survived the Death of Hopes and Dreams Incident of 2006.
But then if you think about it, I'm still off to Graduate or Law or Clown School after I graduate so that doesn't exactly make much sense, does it now? Welcome to my world, I guess.
The point here is that for the umpteenth time, my school is driving me thisclose off the edge but this time, and this is the weird part, I'm actually trying to save myself. Not that there's much of me worth saving for. One of these days I'm probably getting superpowers and when that time comes, you guys will proclaim me your ruler. Most of you will wish that I should've died by drowning in schoolwork. LOL.
This ends our first rant of 2009. Join us again next time, kids.
Ladeeda.
~You know who
My nose is stuck on:

This.
I'd post an entry worshiping DKR
but my brain cells could never come up
with anything to bring justice to it.
READ THIS.
Seriously.
I'd post an entry worshiping DKR
but my brain cells could never come up
with anything to bring justice to it.
READ THIS.
Seriously.
DramaQueen files this under frank miller, random thoughts, the dark knight returns, the woes of school, venetianprincess
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A Poem
By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


