Back to Life

What a fruitless attempt to stop time.

I thought that by sitting here and blogging my ass flat I would be able to stop time from moving. I keep watching the time on my toolbar as I sit and stare, wondering what to type.

Back to the insensitive, passionless, horrible, unforgiving reality.

I'm starting to panic about my exams (that's something that hasn't happened for a long, long time) but I'm too lazy to do anything about it. I know I'll fail anyway. But maybe panicking about it is a good sign. I'm 5 months early. That's enough time to panic right?

Tuition starts today. Oh... the dread. J reminds me that I get paid just for turning up at my srudents' house, and I'm complaining? Yeah I am. I complain about everything, is this the first day you know me?

I'd really rather be sitting here posting but I have to go get ready to leave. I'd rather be pulling my fingernails out one by one.



No I'm just kidding. That would hurt. I know.