Cause it's...fun?
Jeez. Suckish or what?
Simplety. Is it too much to ask for??
Obviously. It's half two.
Too beat to type meaning.
Now it's not 2 30. it's twenty to ten.
Also fun.
Saturday, 27 June 2009
Wednesday, 17 June 2009
Happy Days...
Kay, first thing's first.
Sitting there, a second too long,
Her face turned up in sneer,
I tell myself, to just be strong,
But in my heart, a pounding fear,
They’re not as good as I,
But still, my heart beats faster,
Before my eyes, start to cry,
I stand and run, my life – disaster,
I see the ones they talk about,
Blonde and pretty, so vein,
They get up, they go out,
Like the never ending social train,
Busy, busy, that’s all that they see,
I study and pass; they don’t, and fail,
One day, in a distant dream, I could be,
Successful, brilliant, for them, just a tale
I am strong, I can hold my own,
Only a few more years, I’ll be away,
University, a career, my own woman,
And where will they be, on that day?
So in the end, I know that I will win,
Maybe not yet, But I can wait,
Be strong, hold on, and wait to sing,
And then, I will be there, on that day.
I didn't write it by choice...necessarily.
My shrink made me.
Not like, she forced me at gunpoint, but like, she said, try writing a poem about being happy instead of the one's I usually write...about suicide and stuff.
Fun.
That was pretty much it actually.
I'm in tutor, not got a lot of time...
Again...fun.
I finished my business studies work, did an extra PowerPoint and still had extra time to read!!
I'm so epic!
Meg.
Sitting there, a second too long,
Her face turned up in sneer,
I tell myself, to just be strong,
But in my heart, a pounding fear,
They’re not as good as I,
But still, my heart beats faster,
Before my eyes, start to cry,
I stand and run, my life – disaster,
I see the ones they talk about,
Blonde and pretty, so vein,
They get up, they go out,
Like the never ending social train,
Busy, busy, that’s all that they see,
I study and pass; they don’t, and fail,
One day, in a distant dream, I could be,
Successful, brilliant, for them, just a tale
I am strong, I can hold my own,
Only a few more years, I’ll be away,
University, a career, my own woman,
And where will they be, on that day?
So in the end, I know that I will win,
Maybe not yet, But I can wait,
Be strong, hold on, and wait to sing,
And then, I will be there, on that day.
I didn't write it by choice...necessarily.
My shrink made me.
Not like, she forced me at gunpoint, but like, she said, try writing a poem about being happy instead of the one's I usually write...about suicide and stuff.
Fun.
That was pretty much it actually.
I'm in tutor, not got a lot of time...
Again...fun.
I finished my business studies work, did an extra PowerPoint and still had extra time to read!!
I'm so epic!
Meg.
Tuesday, 16 June 2009
Business Studies and The Over Booked Student Planner
I'm in Business Studies again.
I'm not messing around, per say, I have finished all my work...so that makes it okay...right??
Anyway, I am in Business Studies and freaking out about how hectic my schedule has become. And not in a , 'Oh wow you have so many friends and parties' Kinda way, in the 'Shit, How many exams and appointments and responsibilities do you have??' Kinda way.
Fun.
So.
Sports Day on Friday. I actually bothered to sign up for something...two things. What was I thinking??
Javelin and Long Jump. But, I'm going to try and Make my house proud. Ghandi all that way!!
Yeah, I'm in Ghandi house, it's all good. I'm not in Roosevelt or Churchill or Mandela, no, Ghandi...obviously.
I'm having a heart monitor fitted after school today, before I go see my shrink.
I'm waiting for the look on their faces when they look and see there is no heart =D
I'm not a consistent blogger, or vlogger or diary writer, but I try...that's the thing right?
Nevermind. No one reads it anyway...
I should go now. I have another hour and ten minutes in a lesson where I've actually done all the work. It seems redundant to me.
Cat xxx
I'm not messing around, per say, I have finished all my work...so that makes it okay...right??
Anyway, I am in Business Studies and freaking out about how hectic my schedule has become. And not in a , 'Oh wow you have so many friends and parties' Kinda way, in the 'Shit, How many exams and appointments and responsibilities do you have??' Kinda way.
Fun.
So.
Sports Day on Friday. I actually bothered to sign up for something...two things. What was I thinking??
Javelin and Long Jump. But, I'm going to try and Make my house proud. Ghandi all that way!!
Yeah, I'm in Ghandi house, it's all good. I'm not in Roosevelt or Churchill or Mandela, no, Ghandi...obviously.
I'm having a heart monitor fitted after school today, before I go see my shrink.
I'm waiting for the look on their faces when they look and see there is no heart =D
I'm not a consistent blogger, or vlogger or diary writer, but I try...that's the thing right?
Nevermind. No one reads it anyway...
I should go now. I have another hour and ten minutes in a lesson where I've actually done all the work. It seems redundant to me.
Cat xxx
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Wednesday, 3 June 2009
the contest DFTBA street team
Ahhhhhh....
Yes, I need people to put their email address in a box and stuff (the green one in the corner...
I kinda wanna win...don't think it's gonna happen though...
xxx
Yes, I need people to put their email address in a box and stuff (the green one in the corner...
I kinda wanna win...don't think it's gonna happen though...
xxx
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