LE CIEL EST GRIS

oh my son.

hello.

I am using the computer under the false pretense of 'doing homework'. Well, I am actually, because I don't lie. So awesomely awesome.

Anyway, just wanted to say how much I hate twit language and incoherent English. Aiyo, we're actually quite phail, living in a multiracial society. Gr. English not here not there, and whatever other language you study is also in the middle of nowhere. It would be a whole lot better to just focus and actually do well in a single subject.

Ohfreak. Now my anglois is so screwed because ima developing a stupid migraine from staring at Russian politics for hours at a go, thus, my supposed break. Prick my head hurts, my eyes hurt. DOGNEOGON OIHJOIGOIESHVGOUHOHO. PSh.

I also realised today the magnitude of accesability the internet provides. Its totally possible to stalk people like crazy on the internet, such as on stuff like Facebook and Twitter and all those social websites. Its completely possible to stalk a random person you don't know and find out tons of unnecessarily personal stuff about them. Okay, nevermind, I'm not going to rant like a crazed lunatic about the whole issue of virtual stalking because I can hear cats being killed a few doors away and its extremely disturbing

Stress on cerebrums are the in things now. Bleh. I hate it much. I feel like crap. The holidays are simply too short for comfort. Plus homework. Impossibly uncool homework. Lack of school supplies. Expectance of reading the lacking school supplies during the pre-school holidays. And i don't mean preschool in a preschool manner. I think it would be totally awesome if we could just go back to being preschoolers and we can gaily have cookies for lunch and learn what one plus one is.

Dammit this is making me feel saddish. Ish only. Ah, I dislike violins. Remember the murdering of cats mentioned earlier? Quote 'cats being killed'. Yep, thats what i meant - violins. Ohmypiggy, violins or any string instruments for that matter sound like cats are being killed in the most grostque and horrific manner imaginable. I for one belive that the word for playing the violin isn't 'play' or 'whobow/hobo', but instead 'terrifying, gruesome scraping of cat gut against whatever the strings are made out of' Sheep gut perhaps? Thus I trust that no one should ever dare to touch one ever again, instead, convert to something at least a fraction more audio friendly, such as heavy metal.

Thank you for your kind attention, and goodbye. *DING!*

posted by JOY FENGAY @ 3:44 pm