If wings suddenly spurted out of my back...
..i would be scared sh_tless.
I want to fly away for the whole of this week. I want to miss the french test, latin test, maths common test, DMP thing, melba hall concert and the dreaded theory exams.... And if i came back, i wonder what i would do with these spread wings. It would be so..clumped. I mean, how on earth am i meant to fit in a shower if i have wings? Wings are made out of..feathers. hopefully. I wonder if i could shampoo and condition wings. Actually, you can. But how on earth..
Actually, there would be two holes in my back. If you can put it that way. That is quite scary. Especially if i am in a bathing suit, and you see these two holes gaping out..maybe blood still oozing out a bit..argh! Would wings just shrink back into place, (and maybe form into an unwanted hunch..), and the skin reappear, smooth, as if nothing happened?
If the two bones sticking out of my back are wings instead, trying to unfold, don't tell me. =.=' I wouldn't want white wings. A darker colour, perhaps. Yes, DN Angel is so inspiring...
I made a silly mistake in my skills common test. Which means the rest of the page ends up as a consequence mistake. I want to get my test paper back and rub it all clean like a feather duster..rubs..dust away. HAHA BAD SIMILE THING. or is it a metaphor. No, i think it's a simile. Why am i so stupid.... And my hair wasn't in my eyes for the first time in ages! So happy. Even though my hair is quite thick for it's length.. which means i can't tie it up properly. eeeh >.< So bits fall out of my hairtie..eventually. (This makes me sounds like i'm molting...)
Chopin Preludes Op. 28 No. 1-8. My favourites are No. 4 and 7. And the Schubert B flat major Piano Trio II mvt just annoys me. I HAVE NO FAVOURITE THEME IN THERE.
I eat when i am bored. What a very annoying habit. I just realised that, when i was doing the 40 hr famine. In fact, my stomach rumbles even louder when i am on a normal..eating plan. Damnit. I drank 1 Litre of water approx on Saturday and i pissed for like 3 minutes straight LOL. Yes. 5 hours of singing 4 songs in Melba Chorale IS NOT IDEAL. And i decided to miss the recording today. Don't ask why. I just felt like it.
The cushion on my study chair, has words in french saying: Les étoiles scintillent. It means, The Stars Scintillate.
I think i like the word scintillate now.
This blog is nearly done. I bet none of you read this >_>
Ite missa est.
Go. It has ended.
p.s - Though, i think it should've been 'is' instead of 'has'. But 'has' sounds better and i can't be bothered translating again. Blame Marks Gospel, not me.
p.p.s - okay, why did i write p.s