Relaxed...which is a rare one for me..
Relaxed...which is a rare one for me..
Am so tired... didnt get to bed until 5.30am this morning! It didnt help that my boyfriend woke me up at 9am. at least i'm not in work til two tomorrow. lie in.![]()
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
my poems-please comment Forum Rules
Distracted....not good considering i have a huge bio test tmw![]()
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
Yay! I'm back on this forum and blogging! after weeks of studying!0 yayayayayaayyayayayayay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm feelin' happy, whatdoyouexpect????
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I am good too, Taleen, and work is going on well
Good Luck with your studies![]()
I have a flu for a month now, and it won't go away...so today I'm coughing a lot but above all that I feel fine![]()
Am browsing with lots of din noise rising behind me. Oops! Gosh! I'm just like beaten very severely.
The source of any bad writing is the desire to be something more than a person of sense--the straining to be thought a genius. If people would say what they have to say in plain terms, how much eloquent they would be.
-S.T COLERIDGE
Sleeeeeeppyyyy...
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"It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
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LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
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"It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
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right now - bad, the crowd in the bus is really pathetic![]()
Drowsy as if I would fall asleep on keyboard, and I have got so many questions from Geomatery to do.![]()
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
Embaressed...and longing...
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice