I'd have sex with the school.
I'd have sex with the school if that's possible. Not because I'm deeply in love with it, or am sexually deprived, or just want to show off my sexual prowess. But simply because I can.
And that'd be like the highlights of any school reopening. Imagine. Cat High got screwed by a student. Won't that be just totally amazing?
Ah forget it. It's going nowhere. I'm tired. My brain is fuzzy. You know, the feeling the precedes sleep? Yea. That's the fuzziness. And you can often hear the buzzing in the ear. Oh, how delirious I am. The mere fact that my fingers are still capable of coordinated motion is a miracle. I am a miracle worker. Muahaha.
So, tomorrow screw would reopen. I meant school. Oops. And it doesn't help that my sister is nagging about me going to school, waking up early, while she can sleep in for a while more.
'Eh why got white shoe? OHHH somebody has to go school'. Dang.
Let's see.
I'm going to die tomorrow. Ok I won't, but a decapitation's definitely in place for me.
I haven't touched a single bit of holiday homework. Reading a book isn't homework. Yea.
I can imagine a new school term starting with me drooling all over the place. Ok I meant my table, but I might have a wonderful dream and drool overload. Don't mind me.
I can imagine myself studying damn hard this year. I can imagine getting a straight line for my O level cert.
But that's only imagination so never mind.
I'm sleepy. I should just watch DGM and go sleep.
I don't want to think too much. Whenever I have positive thoughts, I'd kill them immediately, because I know that nothing positive is meant for me. Aren't I right?
Ok never mind. The counter is back to normal once more I think. So fun. Erratic counter.
Back to school. The mere thought is giving me a boner.
-- 1/01/2008 10:17:00 PM
