Friday, January 13, 2006

You're So Cute When You're Slurring Your Speech

It was one hundred degrees
As we sat beneath a willow tree,
Whose tears didn't care
They just hung in the air
And refused to fall, to fall

I built you a home in my heart
With rotten wood, it decayed from the start.

I love death cab, I hate mosquitoes. Especially those who manage to pierce their disgusting proboscises through my skin and inject their contaminated saliva into my bloodstream. And those which I fail to kill.

The second week of school just ended and everyone's already tearing their hair out. Feels like we've attended school since forever. I find the family lounge very amusing during recess. As full as a glutton just done with seoul garden.

I failed chem. Very badly. Try less than 15/100.

And current circumstances don't make me feel any better.

So what else is new?