a sorta fairytale
on most days i'd feel pretty - pretty ugly that is. like my entire body is bogged down by water retention and flabby bits pokin out here and there. like how xx would put it, 'i feel f**kin fat!!'
it's a curse. a superfluous, retarded and venomous curse. one that never really goes away. even till age 55 when such things shouldn't even matter anymore.
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it's a curious feeling to be in school. ain't fervent enthusiasm, neither is it hopeless despondence. a sense of indifference possibly, seemingly distant and annoyingly necessary.
in short, i wanna be there yet i don wanna. i have to be there yet i don have to. it clutches at my feet enticingly, with disguised threats of knowledge deluding me lest i stage a rebellion with my absence.
so i wriggle in my seat, pray for the minutes to fly by speedily, and run back to my lil cave once it's all over. saved by the bell.
**
watched the Secret Window today. sylvia commented that i'd probably pay 200 bucks just to watch Johnny Depp dig his honkers. that's not entirely true. i'd happily throw in another 100 bucks for that gleaming piece of Depp nose shit as well.
let's just say that Life can kiss my arse when it comes to movie ratings. johnny depp movies are all good, y'hear me. wat's with that 2-star rating. un-charismatic, un-talented, ugly actors like tom cruise and matt damon are not worth anyone's money.
seriously, why can't all movies be acted by johnny depp? the world will be a better place for all to live in.
oh right. we can't have him playing Shrek can we. hmm.
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i'm simply too lazy to change the spacing and do the paragraphing for my previous sickeningly long entries below. it's the damned template. so do yourself a favour and practise reading ridiculously verbose pieces of literature (as you would most certainly find in your textbook readings anyway) by using those entries as a guide. at least they're most interesting, innit.
it's a curse. a superfluous, retarded and venomous curse. one that never really goes away. even till age 55 when such things shouldn't even matter anymore.
**
it's a curious feeling to be in school. ain't fervent enthusiasm, neither is it hopeless despondence. a sense of indifference possibly, seemingly distant and annoyingly necessary.
in short, i wanna be there yet i don wanna. i have to be there yet i don have to. it clutches at my feet enticingly, with disguised threats of knowledge deluding me lest i stage a rebellion with my absence.
so i wriggle in my seat, pray for the minutes to fly by speedily, and run back to my lil cave once it's all over. saved by the bell.
**
watched the Secret Window today. sylvia commented that i'd probably pay 200 bucks just to watch Johnny Depp dig his honkers. that's not entirely true. i'd happily throw in another 100 bucks for that gleaming piece of Depp nose shit as well.
let's just say that Life can kiss my arse when it comes to movie ratings. johnny depp movies are all good, y'hear me. wat's with that 2-star rating. un-charismatic, un-talented, ugly actors like tom cruise and matt damon are not worth anyone's money.
seriously, why can't all movies be acted by johnny depp? the world will be a better place for all to live in.
oh right. we can't have him playing Shrek can we. hmm.
**
i'm simply too lazy to change the spacing and do the paragraphing for my previous sickeningly long entries below. it's the damned template. so do yourself a favour and practise reading ridiculously verbose pieces of literature (as you would most certainly find in your textbook readings anyway) by using those entries as a guide. at least they're most interesting, innit.
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