So all the exams end tomorrow and everyone's free, which also means everything gets picked up again. (And that I can no longer hide at home and absent myself from reality ;P)
Thumb is sorely hurting from too much button-mashing with my cousin hurhur we spent over an hour on the final boss and only won 'cause of a fluke xD but it is Okay because lovely cutscenes and an awesome soundtrack are worth it ;D
Apart from frying my eyes/brain, have also been around the net reading useless things (for which I salute the contributors because their command of English is Brilliant) or stumbling across not-so-useless/interesting things like Tamora Pierce's LJ :D (which also reminds me that I would reallyreally like to jump to October 25 just to get a copy of Mastiff and then jump back here to read it, because whaaaat beka got engaged between books?!?! O: )
STOP PROCRASTINATING.
//haha look! :D since I couldn't find a scanned version of it, here's text :)
Whatif
by Shel Silverstein
Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow taller?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!
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