||[09 Jun 2003|06:21pm]
i just smashed a glass. didn't mean to, was as much a shock to me as it was to the glass. would be okay if it was in the kitchen but no, had to drop it in my room didn't i? on my desk, and it had to be from a particularly high height so that no w it's in loads of tinytinycutyourselfonmebecausei'msosmallandyoucan'tseeeeme pieces. yeah, all over my carpet, desk, chair, and i very probably have some on my bed, it properly exploded.. so now that's about another 2 hours or sumthin of revision lost wh en i actually try to tidy it up again (i just tried before but i got a cut arm, and two cut fingers so i'm recouperating or whatever it's called)
girl from my street that i used to chill with yearsandyears ago started talking to me today. her sister is psychopathic. no, really.
the glass danse world flickers on
science was gay, english was... bearable. but i got that thing where a syupid idea pops into your head immediately and you really can't think of anything else so you end up doing it.
historyandmaths tomorrow... fridayfridayfriday just have to get to friday then it's overoverover.
stupid fucking words they tangle us in our desires Free me from this give and take Free me from this great debate There are no truer words than when spoken
i have well high heels for the prom, i will not be standing up, i will be counting on nuala to hold me up, (that is, when she isn't otherwise engaged with the sheep/chickens of couse)