Saturday, May 16, 2009
hello, old friend.
5:00 AM
Hello, Saturday.
... A lack of IGGY results is getting me anaesthesized!!
Ohh, IGGY board, oh, oh, oh. Kidz all over the world are S-U-F-F-E-R-I-N-G with shaky hands and tremulously tapping toes and are obsessively checking mantlepieces, FB, email inboxes (it can't just be me) --
won't you cut the red tape and put us out of our misery?
Lisa, doll, I know you're having them IGGY symptoms again.
...Believe me, I know.
Some afternoons I just drift away from Binomial Expansion and APGP and just glance up at the pictures hanging over my desk, the smiles, the peace signs, the flying kisses, the party poppers and our final wishes; and I just let everything run back through my fingers. sand falling in reverse.
So hang strong, love. Once an IGGYian-- always an IGGYian!
(And yes, I would even unpack 50 tubes of eyeliner/mascara just so I could pack you into my suitcase. )
04, -- Friday was bittersweet.
Just because we weave around different tables now doesn't mean I don't still love you.
On the same/a different? note.
DWL Society meeting (first official one ever!!) on Monday.
I love you, IP Arts kidz. For a bunch of alleged Cannot Make Its, we sure are cute.
And I have actually started on my Maths Holiday Revision Package. HOW AWESOME AM I. Applause all around please, why thank you you're too kind.
Look- usually I can't even get past two questions in one go, so you've gotta understand this is quite a milestone for me.
Oh, and.
People who have been religiously inquiring after IGGY results- thank you.
You guys always make me smile.
And yes, I WILL get back to all of you-- once results actually get through!! ...which, from the looks of things, will probably be sometime next next year after the 2010 Summer U's over.
:/.
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"how did this happen?"
"...you're asking me?
in retrospect, we are impossible."
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the semblance of nightglow
there is no respite in being the one always left to sweep up
you, you pronounce my name better than he ever did.
i only begin to understand you after forty-five minutes but you speak static like
it's a third language and i've got a native ear for it
still.
try as i might, i cannot renounce the pity party that dances in the inner chambers of the secret soul.
why now, and why two such undeserving people?
we pay a heavy price for spectacularity
we are insured in electric automation the c-c-c-contraction of the beating red muscle that if put to sleep would spare us so much.