Monday, April 03, 2006
April Foolish
I feel so downcast. So downtrodden. So hopeless. In despair. So sad. So defeated. So miserable. So... okay, I've run out of vocab... oh yeah, dejected. I'm sure those who've experienced what I've experienced can relate to this sense of desolation within me...
I FORGOT TO TRICK SOMEONE ON APRIL FOOLS' DAY!!!
I'm throwing a sort of tantrum now. Unfair. D'Day. My day. WASTED.
MY LIFE IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I feel like I'm doing a Jim Carrey impersonation. That whole "erooooooding" thing he did in Bruce Almighty, that's just how I feel, and that's exactly what I feel like doing, but I'm restricting it to bath time, so then the shower can drown out my maniacal sobs of grief. Also, to save face, in case my aunt throws me out of the house or the neighbours file a noise pollution suit against me. I think I'd better stuff a banana in my mouth to stop my hysterics.
Ok, now bananas are like going for $2 a banana. Monkeys are just so lucky, even though their brains are 1/4 the size or ours. They get bananas with no strings attached, hmph. No, the stuffing option is out. Sigh.
Yeah baby yeah! One down, one more to go. Maths wasn't so bad. The questions were manageable, just that my paranoia was not, so I sort of panicked even though there was nothing much to panic about, except for the fact that they made me sketch so many DAMN SHITTY graphs. One thing I hate most about maths is anyting to do with graphs. Sure, LOOKING at graphs is one thing, SKETCHING and DRAWING is another matter altogether. Evil graphians were trying to take over my exam paper, but I valiantly fought back... and drew the graph correctly, yay!!! *ahem* So now there's a happily ever after, where's my Prince Charming? My protractor of course. It saved me because the Oompa Loompas still have not returned my ruler. Those BRATS.
Mood changes. Is this what they call Pre-PMS??? There goes my paranoia again...
Know what? I haven't watched so many Disney classics, like Sleeping Beauty, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, Snow White, The Little Mermaid. I miss Cinderella, and my favourite Bambi DVD is at home, mouldering in the heat and dust of Singapore. Blerrarrgh.
If music be the food of love, and if I had an MP3 player, I won't need love and I won't ever go hungry again. My, my, my. What a sales pitch. Modernised yet classical advertising. I just lurve my ingenuity. :)
Weenie!!!
P.S. That was just random. Another one of my impulses. Ignore that. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T???
I'MCRAZY!
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