Starting, again. Now I'm sitting here contemplating what's left in my brain chambers and feeling like punching the hell out of pumpkin alexander. My pumpkin soft toy, by the way.
I slammed down the phone on your lecture. Yabbber-yabber-kazeberr-gone. I'm not responsible enough- or something. I just remembered 10 bucks in my jeans pocket that-SHEESH. is now in the wash. I still hate lectures.
Packing boxes, packing boxes! Brown and uh-gleee.
my mouth feels funny.
I feel nauseous. Ah screw it. I have the math exam tomorrow and I still have no fucking idea what the formula for total surface area of trapeziums is. Joy.
It's getting harder to stay. I could radio forever.
[p.s. i really hate my blog getting deleted]
Monday, October 1, 2007
The Pillowman by Martin McDonagh
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