I feel tired.
I feel tired.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
[I]whyyyyyyy? what have you been doing?lol.
Get some rest or something nice and hot, like coffee might help.
We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi
i feel unmotivated...i really have a lot of work to get done, and no amount of talking to myself is going to get it done, but I can't get past talkking to myself ~sigh~
You learn more about a road by travelling it than by consulting all of the maps in the world.
i know the shan!!!! thats me. i have a summe reading list for the new academifc year, not even half way down, so you can imagine how down in the dumps I am that I feel unmotivated to even read!!!
We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi
yeah...I know...I have a test on "The Romantics" on Monday, and it's going to be a short-answer test identifying which author wrote certain lines of poetry...which really sucks because that doesn't seem to be something important to learn, I would think that a better test would be one where you analyze the poems, but that's just me...
In any case, I have to read and re-read all these Romantic poems and memorize who wrote which to pass this test. How dull.
VI history is a whoooole other story...ugh
You learn more about a road by travelling it than by consulting all of the maps in the world.
eugh. memorising stuff. especailly literature. with lit. i feel that if something is memorable in a poem and novel etc. etc. ul remember it forever even though uv read it once, but to sit down and memorise something....no way. learning my times table was bad enough thank you! :-) But best of luck. One of my modules next year is on Romantic Century...iv just realised...mgiht have nothing to do with the Romantics!
We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi
lol, you are very welcome!! Things are ok now with my friends. The confusion is about some guys, and I'm still not sure. I have to decide between three....or I could just say none, of course! So it's been on my mind a lot lately. I don't want to hurt any of them, but that isn't the reason for choosing either one anyway....it's just.....absurd....
I'm feeling a wee bit melancholic
vintage!! THREE GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! huh, why do some people have all the fun??? GOSS NOW! :-)
chava: just think things could be worse and that usually gets your more down! lol. it does with me! i liked what you said on the 'what r u tinking' thread: i dont know what to think. story of my life.
We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi
AND VINTAGE HONEY, your far far too young to be dealing with three boys! i wonder whatl you be like in ten years, 30 boys??? lol. or it could be that cos ur having all the fun now none for you when your older so youl be all alone-im going to shut up, i realise this is not funny and depressing. you could move to Mars and we can share Smelly the Vampire.
We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi
Better than yesterday.
Strange...I've returned home after a year.
"Don't need a gun to blow your mind"
I am feeling strange, my brother has left and the house feel so lonely.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
I dont know what this feeling is called, but it is as if something might happen anytime that will ruin my day, and make me want to run away.