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Im Evee and I'm candid. Random things are my thing. I like lovely posts and I am extremely expressive. I am very deep but that can be said in a more than shallow way. I love all things talented. I say what I feel and I mean what I say. The most important moral for me is honesty. I have no time for haters and although you may hate the things I write, I swear, I mean no harm to you. I may be afraid of things but I'm definitely not afraid of you.





Thursday, December 9, 2010 4:41 PM
On the 9th day...

It's December the ninth. Oh yes, it's finally close to a 2 digit number! I am so sick of waiting for school to end. I almost forgot school was about to end. Everything is so exhausting and I don't want to finish half the things I'm going to have to do eventually.

First of these is THIS BLOG POST. Who wants to write when you only have 5 minutes and those clock hands are ticking. Challenging your every finger. GRR.. When will clocks every realize that time ruined a lot of things. Let's all forget that they heal too, but what can heal better than a cup of hot chocolate? TIME? PSHAW. Yeah right.

Second is that I don't want to study for EXAMS. Why do we have exams? I don't know. We just had prelims (MIDTERMS ACTUALLY. EVEN MS. ELAINE KNOWS IT'S CALLED THAT. Just saying.) and to have exams with just one week to learn things. UGH. Might as well skin us alive. That'd me more rewarding.

Third is that I don't feel like going anywhere. Why can't I just go home? Oh yes, because things just have to crash on you. Yes, things. Things that have to do with your FUTURE for crying out loud. I don't like to point but the future I'm going to have is determined by the success or failures of my life right now. RIGHT NOW, I'M A FREAKIN' BURNOUT. (GEEZ, get over it, Evee)

But enough with the self-pity. I'm not that low, or that unimportant unlike half the things people don't believe they are. Whatever, you'll lie where you lie.

LAST, I don't want to TALK. I don't want to open my mouth to have words backfire at me or simply have to potential to bring me where I need to go. Not only are those choices risky, they are downright idiotic. To open your mouth is like you're about to set Leviathan free, or something. People don't realize that they can't do anything with what they say. Another thing is, people never learn when to SHUT UP either. Sorry, it had to be said. There are some things that I'd rather be told or some things I'd rather see.

That isn't just MY experience though, it's the rest of our experiences. Being victims of people who never learn when exactly their words mean nothing more than year old dog poop. The only thing it's good for is fertilizer.

So yeah, this was the product of a rant/I WISH I COULD FREAKIN' TEAR MY EYEBALLS OFF post.