see, last year, when they were advising courses, and they said, "you'll have over an hour of homework each night in each class. be careful," i took that to mean, "hey, slackers, back off. don't even try it." since i'm not a slacker (desordenada, i am not), i thought, "hey, it won't really be that much...they're just exaggerating." ha. the days of the young and naive.
mountains, miles, the occasional yard of homework, each night. normally, i can finish this before the class during school, but tonight, no. i've got so much, i can't see tomorrow, except what i have written in my agenda (required, btw) about....i can't even say it again. let's substitute that dirty word for something smoother...like opium. i've got so much opium, i'm going insane. i can't even see straight, that's how much opium i have gone through. and it's horrid. take it away, now. i need help with my problem here.
alright, bad joke. sorry i had to subject you to that. i'll get back to my opium now and leave you be.
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oh, don't even go there, or i'll get upright-and-proper on you. flamingho.
that's right i'll say it: lol
and hey! greta did something on blogger
she'll not be getting a myspace account, she won't
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