April 9th, 2007

Peter Pan -- disappointed


Tchyeah, so, you know what sucks?

How I woke up at four am with a runny nose and a burning hot body and a freezing cold head. And a very chewy mouth. So now the chances of me getting back to sleep before five are slim to none. Meaning, the chances of me really getting any more sleep this morning are an eensy bit better than slim to none. Even though I took one of those magic red pills.


I hate school. For serious. It's really too bad thst it's the blood in my body that's boiling and not the stuff in my head, otherwise I could stay home and pout all day. Which is always a bucket of laughs. Especially when I secretly check my email every now and then on this computer. That's ridiculous. But hey, I'm a Possibly addict, and I've gone through remission like five times now.

In. News, I'm apparently going to SOU in 2008, which will probably be nice and relaxing, except for the fact that I won't be home and won't have any kittens to cuddle when I feel lonely.

Moan. I have to do all of this really stupid crap before Wednesday. And I'll probably have to do it all today. While I feel like poopsichord. That'll be fabulous, I'm sure.

Great, now I'm getting hungry. This is probably my least favorite form of waking up early. Especially since some nerve in my neck has been painfully spazzing out since yesterday morning.

Um, so, totally gave in to my Peter Pan urges and got a couple of new PP icons, as well as some Mina and Nani. So that's good, that I have new icons, and that I am indulging my fantasies. I nearly made up a new song around Peter Pan... but then I didn't because that would be creepy.

But seriously, I got 'em.

Have I ever told you guys about my secret absolute love for Peter Pan? I mean. Seriously. I know that might seem wrong since he's like eleven years old or something. But he's really not! He's really very old! He's juat been chillaxin' in Neverneverland! Besides, my version of him is, well, haha, around my age. But seriously, his personality is so attractive to me. Not really the animated one or the ballet female one because those two are incredibly annoying. But my idea of who Peter Pan is. Most displayed in the 2003 one displayed in my icons. I really want to buy that version and then watch it several times over. So much love.

I want to take some artistic photographs of the purple and yellow lamb around my yard, but I haven't had time. Maybe in the coming four day weekend.

Gyiiiich, I don't want to stop talking, otherwise I'll have to focus on how gross I feel, and that can't be fun. Oh well. Guess it's self-pity time.
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April is national poetry month!

If they told you I'm mad, then they lied.
I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive.
I'm the triolet, bursting with pride;
If they told you I'm mad, then they lied.
No, it isn't obsessive. Now hide
All the spoons or I might get convulsive.
If they told you I'm mad then they lied.
I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive.
What Poetry Form Are You?
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