Tuesday, April 28, 2009 / 2:33 AM
Funny how it seems people use their blogs to express themselves as a mature being. I'm seeing people who have "journals" stuffed with philosophies and are happily trying to convince the world that they have a higher order of thinking.
Oh whatever, I guess it boils down to the fact that at the end of the day I am immature.
& this immature girl here isnt feeling all fine and dandy.
I feel like 7x! zOMG, i just feel like bitching all over the place. I'm in a bitchy mood, yes i know i'm a bitch for not going down for practice. Looking at Christopher, Samuel and Beatrice hammers on my conscience that SYF's next week! Like NEXT week! That fact hit me hard too. Like the "huge hunkers of hard luck".
I think I've taken an uncanny liking to W.H.Auden. haha. Used to hate him 'cos of "Funeral Blues" I felt it was so mushy i couldnt stand it! but i super love this poem "Foxtrot From a Play" here's a part of it:
The blackbird loves the earthworm,
The adder loves the sun,
The polar bear an iceberg,
The elephant a bun,
The trout enjoys the river,
The whale enjoys the sea,
And dogs love most an old lamp-post,
But you’re my cup of tea.
Aint it just so cute. Haha.
Okay i have absolutely no idea why i typed the lines above.
Back to reality and my GP essay. Urgh.
Someone give me a place to conserve. DD:
"But you're my cup of tea." -WH Auden.