Sunday, September 02, 2007
des
des is tired.
des thought about her essay. should've changed this, should've changed that. maybe on the first day of school i'll ask. but she doubts it.
des thought about her plans. how am i to go to england without my prelim results. would i have even done well enough anyway. i should really be studying harder now. but she isn't.
des thought about her family. we're moving in two weeks now. 1 month before my alevels. i hate it but what can i do? who am i to demand otherwise. she worries. makes silent wishes.
des thought about her health. what is wrong with me? i slept and i slept and i took all my vitamins and ate all my greens and didn't stress myself out. i hardly even touched any work at all. why then now? and to this extent? it hasn't happened since two years ago. do i have hidden stress again? what's going on? i don't understand.
des hopes and hopes and hopes.
des read in the paper a comic that made her laugh. now it is filling her with anxiety.
guy lies on the sofa and tells nagging mother standing next to it "Don't take that tone with me! I'm the ruler of the largest nation on Earth!"
"Oh yeah, what nation is that?"
Written on the sofa, in bold: PROCRASTINATION.
des needs to be exiled.
she will now migrate to Slumberland.
Intranational migatrion.
what a leap.
applause.
the curtains begin to fall.
can i deliver?
des... does not wish to comment.
des
9/02/2007 01:32:00 AM
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