for the past 7200 minutes, i have been incessantly languishing in matyrdom, terribly lacerated by the harrowing, oppressing struggle i have been so vexatiously confronted with. upon it's consummation, what prevails can only be, if i am blessed- utter despondence. it was there, is going to be there, and will always be there. exams were never my thing; in the Fate hall, upheavals of shrieks, squeals of 'i missed half mark to A!', or worse, 'i missed half mark to get 100', leaves me inexorably clamshelling in the furthest corner either silently embracing my pass, or gradually fading away in the abyss of shame.
there's still Biology on Monday. Sigh, so much for dreaming, of dreaming of something above a U.
If only i could be like everyone else- the nominal is sufficient, 10 times more than sufficient in fact. just not in the gutter.
If only.
1) buy him/her a pooh suit like this
3) teach him/her to drink from a pooh cup like this
11) and if its a her, i'm going to buy her a pooh barbiedoll like this!