Now, in between safe walls of my humble home, i am yet again ready to talk about the most important think there is on this whole wide world. a subject important to everyone on our graceful planet of unforgiving climate, a temple for smart and dumb. so hear me now as i continue talking about.. me! what did you think? the pope? i was the pope once. there was a youth exchange program in italy. thought it would be funny to dress up as a pope for a day. there are even video clips of me dancing in this weird robe-like thing holding a bamboo stick in my hand and wearing a white high hat. can you believe it? it was fun.
So, what have i done in these past days? what feelings have been haunting me? what kind of thoughts keep popping up again and again? i really can't say. my mood has been quite weird thanks for many things. like for instance - i have to help my dad build a house. it will be our home one day! we basically sold our flat already, so we have to be quick about it. i'm tired most of the time. second thing - somehow i have manage to not do all my homework nor the things i had to do during lessons. how?! i need to pull myself together and finish my stuff before it's too late! third shite - i don't know how or why, but i have had some pretty weird ..obligations lately. meet the queen, talk to strangers about our school, represent the workshop, be the mascot during the moat rally event, put up exhibitions for people i don't know and make invitations and posters for them etc. i didn't ask for these things! (i actually lie a little saying that, but it has been more than i bargained for). forth unpleasant thing - now when my grades have been low as hell, much of my stuff is unfinished or just plain "undone", graduation is close and the diploma work (peace of art) is a mess - the headmaster wants me to be at this ..this .. this event during a hot summer day that takes place indoors and you have to be in a (or an, i'm not quite sure. for university it is "a" so.. correct me) uniform, a place where some stupid kids sing and an old fart makes a speech saying something that no one gives a rat's ass about, occasion during witch you are called from your (almost melting) hot seat witch is soaked with sweat from your ass that forms a nice butt-print and you are given a mug! they call it "The Day of Gratitude". how ironic. all this because the headmaster wants to shake my hand for being a fine lad during this year. well, no thanks! i don't need your stupid mug or a calendar that has a school logo on it. if i wanted one so much, i would make it myself. but i do feel honored cuz he himself personally made sure i get my stuff done before 27th of may. plus i do feel they ow me some. i think i get my stuff straight in time.
fifth... i can go on forever, but this is turning into wining. suddenly i feel how i have pissed myself off with this sad-sad story. argh. maybe some other time. right now, i'll just go to bed. i need to sleep. tomorrow i have band practice. sigh. well, see ya then.
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