"With all your power, what would you do?"
I'm such a picky person. I don't think god was right in giving me the freedom of choice. Well sometimes, not all the time at least. That'd suck if you didn't get to have a say in what you got given or anything.
Today I am memorising my human biology extended answers which is giving me hell right now. AND I have to start my literature oral plan with Rob (which we were meant to start on Friday, ha)
This is turning out to be a "complain and rant blog" heheheh
I had a really weird dream last night, I was running around telling everyone that I got 95% in my EPW that I did on Friday. First of all, ME getting a 95% in an EPW is impossible and secondly, why does it seem like my life is constantly revolving around school/ school work/ anything freaking school related??????!!!!!!!!
Dreams are an escape that I have from reality yet when my dreams mirror reality (apart from the part where I get 95%) thats just creepy.
I find it so concidental that I am blogging about dreams while I'm trying to find a proper definition of dreams for the lit oral. I get to do an oral on dreams in connexion to Harwood's poems, that is so freaking awesome ^___^
I also had a backflash of Friday recess where everyone in the group was saying 'mingaaa' in a British accent and making up sayings with minga in it like in "Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging". Sometimes I wonder if anyone I do know is sane. Not that all the insane people aren't cool. Their cooler than the penguins in the North Pole.
listening to: empire of the sun
and mood: still definitly not over it yet
Today I am memorising my human biology extended answers which is giving me hell right now. AND I have to start my literature oral plan with Rob (which we were meant to start on Friday, ha)
This is turning out to be a "complain and rant blog" heheheh
I had a really weird dream last night, I was running around telling everyone that I got 95% in my EPW that I did on Friday. First of all, ME getting a 95% in an EPW is impossible and secondly, why does it seem like my life is constantly revolving around school/ school work/ anything freaking school related??????!!!!!!!!
Dreams are an escape that I have from reality yet when my dreams mirror reality (apart from the part where I get 95%) thats just creepy.
I find it so concidental that I am blogging about dreams while I'm trying to find a proper definition of dreams for the lit oral. I get to do an oral on dreams in connexion to Harwood's poems, that is so freaking awesome ^___^
I also had a backflash of Friday recess where everyone in the group was saying 'mingaaa' in a British accent and making up sayings with minga in it like in "Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging". Sometimes I wonder if anyone I do know is sane. Not that all the insane people aren't cool. Their cooler than the penguins in the North Pole.
listening to: empire of the sun
and mood: still definitly not over it yet
1 comment:
I live in England and even I find the word 'minga' funny :)
I hate it when i have dreams about school. It defeats the point of dreams.
I'm just a randomer who found your blog and decided to comment :)
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