this is particularly because it means there's another long, treacherous week at school ahead of me, which is never a good thing. but it does mean that i get pancakes (sunday night tradition, it seems) and that my most favourite tv show is on (Bones).
another strike of bad news just hit me: the info night for my trip to the solomon islands (a school trip: i applied and got in) is on the same night at the same time as Chasing The Ninth's gig at the claremount town hall this friday. i cannot even find the words to express how pissed off i am about this. i have said to the band themselves that i'll be there, and i've been desperately wanting to see them live (and meet them) for months now. i missed their last gig as well because i am underaged. i can only hope like hell they do another all-ages gig very soon :( quite frankly, i hate my school. i really do. they always have these info/parent-teacher/performances/whatever else things at night. i wish they would realise that it really is inconvenient for everyone, especially those that live in the middle of nowhere and might have other, better things to do on a thursday and friday night (since this is when those cursed pc things always occur). i want to expell myself from that damn school and go somewhere where i have more than one or two friends. (RAGEFACE)
goodness, i have lots to rant about dont i? i just cant help but continue with the negativity. here is a poem i wrote last night when talking to a friend over MSN. he asked me to do some spontaneous writing, to make up something on the spot, and here is the result. it took less than two minutes:
tra
la
in a car
not so far
to a bar
get a drink
lose your think
very pink
is your drink
empty glass
ask for more
should be ashamed
you little whore
start to forget
and lose your bet
that you'll stay sober
for more than an hour
dancing dancing
two three four
pretty girl
on the floor
pick her up
to the car
not so far
across the tar
going home
headlights on
this night is just one big con
looking for love
that you'll regret
when you have pain
in your head
pretty girl
follows you
the love you'll get
will not be true
especially since
that love you'll get
you'll never have
'cause you'll be dead
and so will she
goodness me
you fell asleep
swerved into a tree
so look what now
you're both expired
you'll never get
to wonder how
you ended up
with glass and blood
and shattered lives
left in the mud
-the end-
If you don't know how to react to this, that is fine. the storyline is pretty self-explanatory. NB: i have not had this particular experience myself since a: im not dead and b: im not 18, therefore i dont go clubbing, and i would never do anything like that anyway. i apologise for the depressing tone to this poem, but i just wrote down the ideas as they came into my head.
maybe i'll get around to that soundwave post next time, but dinner calls, and i must be off.
Over and out,
=that gen person=
P.S. you may have noticed that the new blog banner is up, hoorah! i may re-edit it when i have the time and will.
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