QUOTE(jod @ Nov 14 2007, 12:06 PM)
At high C pitch
<insert expletive> hospitals. Oh and certain Phil Dixon who I needed to contact by phone last night whilst he was busy chatting to you lot on the forums, when I wasn't up to it and I had Police Sergeant Husband insuring I remained resting in bed.
(no I'm not stalking him, there's just something that we need to sort out re our extension and lots of paint)
i hope the bedrest is doing what it is supposed to do... and that the hospitals are doing what they are supposed to do too and not just causing you stress for nothing.
can i scream a little too? (argh) what do you do when you just can't force yourself to study any more? one and a half weeks and then no more high school for ever - but if this experience can be described at all, the best description would probably be that line in 1984 about how the future is a boot stamping for ever on a human face. that's what my head is like right now. music history, two history papers, and ###### english to go - and my utter loathing for studying music history is really making me doubt whether music next year is a good idea. fantasies of neverending sleep are haunting me. when i get to this stage once i get started on something i don't know when to stop - such as saying how depressed i am. once i start then i can't stop and i sort of split into two people, one of whom is becoming nastier and more scathing about school, exams, life in general, and the other - who is thinking, "what the ###### are you doing this for?". then not only do i push myself over some metaphorical edge but my mother too. when i'm not in this disgusting mood i'm usually the complete opposite, which is somewhat exhausting and not condusive to studying at all. then my fingers itch just to rip, tear, pillage and ravage everything in sight. i really do not understand the point of school, and, although i do not think it is right at all, i think i can understand some of those people who just lose all self-control and do irresponsible things.