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"You're crazy!"
"I know!"

★ I have a lot to say, but lemme sing it to you instead. ★

Sunday, July 31, 2011 ( 8:21 PM )

Today is the last day of the holidays, and tomorrow I will heavy heartedly start school while I am dripping with bacteria and limping like an old hag (translation- I'm sick and my foot hurts like hell).

I use to despise holidays and rejoice when the term started, not the other way round. Why? Because I was a nerd. But not anymore. It seems as if my attention span has dropped to an even more atrocious level than it already was before, and my ability to put 2 and 2 together has failed miserably. My holiday homework is still in my bag. And I'm still sitting here moping and waiting for it to grow legs and run away.

I have spent the entire day, moping, and hoping the homework will solve itself. Being sick is not fun, and I have forgotten how much it sucks, since I never get sick. Not very often anyway.
My mother reckons it's because I changed my eating habits, but that's just crap in my opinion.
Anyway, while moping, here's the song I wrote to express my feelings.

THE SONG ABOUT WHY I FEEL LIKE CRAP

So I'm lying in bed, feeling old and tired.
Thinking up things that will never make our world, a better place.
And I'm limping like a crook with a ripped up foot,
And a cold that makes me sound like I'm wearing a peg, on my nose.

But hey, what a way to end this sad holiday,
Forget about about the term,
Now it's time for more rest and recovery.

And why do things like this always happen to me?
Am I supposed to be grateful and let it be?
Aren't first days supposed all cheery with smiles and hugs all around?
I'll be the one sitting in the corner without a sound.

(Basically, this song is saying that I hate first days of schools when gaggles of giggling girls laugh and hug their friends because they haven't seen each other in 2 weeks. And the fact that I have to endure it while sniffling and limping around. What I don't understand is why they repeat the same action everyday when actually just saw their friends the day before. Of course, I don't understand the act of friendship altogether to don't listen to me.)

The song was actually written in the shower, as most of my songs are, but details aren't important. And it's not finished of course. I'll find more things to complain about tomorrow at school.

My God I become delusional when I'm sick.
Oh wait, I'm delusional all the time.
[insert more incoherent thoughts here]

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