what is this zen?
Results have come out and once again I am living life on the edge. Except not really in the way I'd like. 4.01. I've made it by the slimmest of margins once again. If only my buffer to a drop in honours was as fat as I was, and my body size as slim as the margin. Life would be good. To a certain extent. And lots of money would help.
And I'm not really having much emotion now. Like even my ability to feel has been dumbed down by my lack of physical activity.
justin.
in regards to the previous post, I need friends.
Back from Macs breakfast and chain smoking with Ronald, and I'm just really glad I have my bros. Retaining in secondary 3, as trivial as it seemed then, has turned out to be quite a major turning point in my still short life.
justin.
when you have As, who needs friends?
That's why I need friends. Stats paper on Thursday (my last one yay) and I'm pretty sure it will fuck me up (boo... hiss). It's just kind of the way things are right now, balancing precariously on the edge of a cliff. Once I go over, there's probably no coming back. First of all, I cannot fly. Because I am not a bird, and if I were a bird, I'd be something like a chicken or a dodo. So I would not be able to fly anyway. Secondly, I... ok, there is no secondly because I cannot think of anything ok?
There is also another thing balancing precariously on the edge. That is, the choice between finding a holiday job that pays well, and facing the possibility of a haircut, or just fucking keeping my hair. Because this is a great chance to earn spending money for exchange, and I know it. It would be great if there was a job that allowed me to keep my hair, AND is well paying. But in that universe, I wouldn't be worried about money. Or dying too young from being obese. Or something. Right, sleep and then stats later.
justin.
