Monday, March 08, 2004 @Monday, March 08, 2004
Brrrrr....its cold.
My fingers r almos numb
typin seems to hav become sth i hav prob wif.
I am a daydreamer
In front of a screen
N d rain dat pours outside from d minimal view i get here in my seat.
Wif so much work in hand n in d waiting list
But none i can set my dead hands on
I shall set for some jabroni
Useless and crap
Mayb dey call it mindless senseless piece-of-shit bloggin
Like tis one here
Sth i do not hav to use my mouldy cob-webbed unknown lethal virus infested brain
Sth i do not even hav to tink abt
Jus blabber n blabber
Out comes wat comes it
Jus as i tot 9am lessons were wat i cldn undertake
For the latter here is a late nite owl
I was so proven wrong tis faithful morning
when the 12 pm lesson was almos given a miss
Now, sth has gotta be done abt it
Wif the so-not-approved big 0s in dat red attendence file
Dat dose dionky lecturers hav showed me wif a frown
N den came d bloops of jovin
(Tell us sth dat we do not know rite?)
I saw tis ger n tinkin dat she was a friend of mine...
i poked her back
-poke poke pokes-
N when d ger turned her head around
I literally choked n stumbled
Bcoz it was a face i had neva seen in my entire life
N i hope i neva would again.
The exit seems tempting enuff
As i wait for the next jabroni psychological lecture
which ends at a bloody strike of 7 in d evenin
Wonderin wat kinda entertainments i can find for myself during dat torturous 1 hr.
Sms?
Bingo?
Bingo.
