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"she acts like summer and walks like rain"

Current favourite song: Drops of Jupiter.

I know it's a real oldie, MTV-wise, but I love it, it makes me feel like drawing flowers on the sidewalk.

"since the return from her stay on the moon

she listens like spring and she talks like june, hey, hey..."

...Am precariousssssssly almost in wahey-exams're-over!!!! mode.

But no, Cara. Not quite yet, there's still Lit to go, remember- Wuthering Heights and Top Girls- full steam ahead.

INTERNATIONAL HISTORY AND SEASIAN HISTORY ARE OVER.

Memorizing all.those.lectures was torture. I'm not kidding. The Japs should consider that if ever (touchwood) WW3 breaks out. You just stare at these pages and pages and paaaaages of text and everything starts swimming around in your head and whoaaa, major trip. Who needs cocaine?

Early this morning, Amrit called me up sounding as if she'd had a grand total of about 2 hours of sleep (which she had) and asked me to please bring her some water and a few Panadols when I came to school.

I felt like such a druggie doing that-- these two girls with skin all ashen from studying all night and fingers all trembly from compiling notes upon notes and dark deprived night eyes and I discreetly slip the Panadols into her hand and mutter, "...here's your stash."

I got Kim II Sung and Kim Jong Il muddled up for History, dammit. Darn North Korea obsession! I blame ASEAN DHS.

Thank goodness twas the question's fault and not mine-- or goodbyyyye, hopes of passing.

I'm really sleepy right now, though.

Daddy brought me to the hospital earlier, because lately I've been getting this weird...pains in my chest. Like, pangs. On the left side. Which is not a fun thing. So yeah the doc says I've got some neuroskeletal virus inflammation somethingorother so I'm on orders to rest for now because when people have this and they overexert themselves, it spreads to the cardiac system and you get people like the NS guy who collapsed in the middle of his 2.4km run.

My heart hurts. :/

And not, like, lovesick hurt- I mean twingey hurt, and it's not. nice.

Now God- this isn't quite what I meant when I meant "well I wouldn't mind dying before thirty". I kinda would like to live to see the summer, plz. :/

And maybe my eighteenth birthday so I'll be officially legal. But yeah okay You can do what You like after January's over- I have no burning desire to be slaughtered by A levels.

Oh, and also.

...WELCOME BACK, LISAAAAA.

I missed you.

Bruneian prince (or close, at least), hm? ...I always trusted your taste. ;)

DWL Soc Outing on Friday, woohoo.

We aaaalways make plans and then never go through with them; so hopefully this one's a go-er.

All right, now.

Time to go off and reread the first nine chapters of Wuthering Heights and Acts 1, 2, 3 of Top Girls.

Twenty-four days, and I'm offffffff.

Ciao, babes.

Updates when EXAMS HAVE ENDED.

Wish me luck.

xxx

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During the Ipod Shuffle Game:

Q: What will be the first thing Joe says to Kieran at Summer U?

Joe's song shuffle: Liar- Don't Know Who

My song shuffle: See If I Care- Gary Allan

"The Anti-Hero says:

Haha

I can imagine that.

Kieran: Joe! I've missed you, man.

Joe: Liar.

or

Joe: ...See if I care. "

Q: Why does Kieran hide his true feelings for Maahwish?

My song shuffle: Beautiful Liar

Toldcha so, popsicle. ;)

Okay now I go before he avada kedavras me.

I might actually watch the new HP movie, just cuz he's in it. WHICH IS AN HONOUR K. Considering I've not watched any of the first three/four?/whatever.

Yes, I know. I have been under a ROCK. A big grey rock called "the church says no".

okay I take that back or God might direct another "knock it off what the hell" post-it to ME.

Back to Lit, Cara.

...CONCENTRATE, dammit.

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