hur hur hur im so down and out, under-the-sea-bed kind of down because my mid-years start on tues and i am soo soo not ready. im so afraid to touch econs because its just like one monstrous pile of ....stuff, stuff and more stuff. whyyy do i always do this. mehh. i think ill get an A for math but thats about it. i can foresee my result slip:
Econs S
Lit D (zomg, must must MUST get DDD if not cannot go to london bridge WAH SEI LAH)
CSE E (haha, i will die laughing if i get anything above an E...E is for excellent btw)
Math A+ (hahaha, spent so much time on this ID BETTER SEE SOME RESULTS)
GP B
what mighty aspirations i have. i realise my posts have been scarily immature but im not sorry. i just feel like a big baby these few days and i felt even worse when i saw this one guy's poem about turning eighteen, which is coming soon you know...bleh i dont want to grow up and at the same time i do so badly want to stop becoming some uniform-going stoodge. all these confusing/conflicting emotions are why i have got take it easy on repeat on my ipoddy.
Well, I'm running down the road tryin' to loosen my load
I've got seven men on my mind,
Four that wanna own me,
Two that wanna stone me,
One says he's a friend of mine
Take it easy, take it easy
Don't let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy
Lighten up while you still can don't even try to understand
Just find a place to make your stand and take it easy
Well, I'm a standing on a corner in Glendale, Arizona and its such a fine sight to see
It's a boy, my Lord, in a flatbed
Ford slowin' down to take a look at me
Come on, baby, don't say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love is gonna save me
We may lose and we may win though we will never be here again
So open up, I'm climbin' in,
Take it easyyy
okay, so i tweaked it a little bit
:)
