My memory, just before an exam that will determine my final university results: What? MORE study? More random facts to recall perfectly on such short notice? No, that's it, I've had it with you! Remember when you made me remember 330 digits of Pi? Remember when you made me remember the finest points of U2 setlists? Remember when you made me remember an eight minute speech in two days? Oh, wait, without me, you won't remember a thing of that! You won't even remember this 'conversation'. All you will do is sit there in the exam, staring blankly at the question sheet, wondering what those funny symbols running from left to right are. That's right, I'm about to commit suicide, and you, my abusive owner, shall not even remember the language you require to inform people of your disastrous predicament. This is your punishment for the thousands of times you misused me. Goodbye!
Now to suddenly drastically change the tone of this entry.
( You know those don't drink and drive campaigns? We need a don't be stupid and come in contact with humanity campaign. And no, I really don't care if anyone has a problem with this rant. Deal with it.Collapse )
( Oh, the irony. Just as I start my rant, a prime example presents itself and proves my point.Collapse )
There is no hope for humanity.
I again have to hold over yesterday's topic. Oh well. Today has been an intensely frustrating day and I will be delirious with joy when I escape from high school in less than a month. The saddest part is that those with experience tell me that if I think my school contains some stupid people, I should visit a state school.
I think I will now go and listen to The Cry/The Electric Co. Boy, stupid boy! ... If you don't know, Electric Co.!