Gone are the days when life was easy... Come are the times that show up the flimsy.

Admission interview next week.


Whoa.


I NEED MY PERKINESS BACK!! I need it for work AND for that interview.


Yet right now I just feel like a lump of lethargic swear words.


Strange words to say, I know... Can't really think of anything better. "Lifeless puppet" overdoes it. And strange hordes of swear words come to mind when I try to think of how to describe myself in this state. Oh well. If anyone has a better description (that will hopefully be free of swearing and still encompass the entire package. That's asking a bit much though), let's hear it.


I dread work tomorrow. Thereby there is a class of rotten brats who behave like royalty and treat teachers as servants. Gee, why is that familier?


Sorry. Little outburst. In any case, work is USUALLY pleasant and Saturday currently earns me the most money.


I want to eat pasta and cream sauce. Me want. Me no have. Maybe me cry. Will mummy buy? Me no know.