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★ Spin Again ★

Thursday, October 6, 2011 ( 8:41 AM )

It's like life is based on that wheel you spin to win a prize, but I my wheel keeps landing on spin again, so much so that I never get anything done and the act if spinning the wheel to achieve a prize or forfeit is never accomplished.

Anyway, here I am listening to Party Rock Anthem and fretting helplessly on my solo performance in 4th period... I wish I fretted about it before so I could at least do some productive worrying. I just classed 'worrying' into the 'productive' sector! Oh well. What ever happens happens. Someone once told me to only worry when it comes, but obviously this is a terrible strategy because if I had worryed before I might have ended up getting something done. I am grateful for having old Grade 6 pieces to pull out in times of need.

It always helps to know people's pasts to know why they're like they are. And sometimes, this hidden truth, is what you wanted to hear, what you expected, but all the same you don't feel what perhaps you intended to feel, and then endless pondering becomes adamnant, and I am really not sure what I am talking about here. But I must say, I like people who talk fast and randomly and add manic little laughs into the conversation and suddenly veer of track from the original train of though, because it is so much like myself. And it is this trait that helps me relate to the few people who possess it also, it is this random talent where differences can be forgotten.

Bitches who look at you like "WTF?" should just go and dig a hole and bury them selves in a little grave of self centredness. Oh, sorry, I meant a huge grave of self centredness. GO and die in a fire or something, if you can't appreciate my weirdness, our weirdness, then just walk away and get over it.

Lately my hands have been really hot, like mini radiators. It's weird.
I've become a human radiator!

Sometimes, you realise that you actually care about something, someone, and that's when it's too late to do anything, and my lack of compassion is a terrible thing there.

It's the end of the term and EVERYBODY is tired and my blog posts get more and more incoherent as the day passes.

But there is still so much to be said, and I wonder why it can never be written or captured in the moment.

Sucks to be me.