school - here I come...keeling over.
2008-12-10 @ 20:15:29
Just another damn day in office, some would say.
Please! What kind of office is that: you sit on very uncomfortable hair for about 45 minutes, stare at walls painted like gynecologic ward, smelling like old library and “lighted up” by twenty four miserable students.
Perfect.
Well, it is not like the whole day I could compare to doing laundry in some Indonesian, smelly, dirty river.
There was one thing, and one thing only, that could help me survive this unpleasant wave of homework, stupid, tanned as demon girls and immature boys with their showed-off and painfully expensive cells.
Actually, I still have no idea what the hell I was thinking while I was standing there, ready to run faster than any kind of modern, Japanese train. It reminded mi of “good” old times, when I couldn’t breath seeing some people walking down the hallway, having unconscious face and good-ass shoes.
And please (politely please?) DO NOT tell me I’m behaving worse than any first grade student with Little Mermaids suitcase and ironed collar. Some feelings kick your butt harder than any of the guys from “The Hooligans”.
Second thoughts?
Oh, please… It’s just imagination – I can’t help myself with that one.
And still I don’t want to kill, smack, rape or cause any other kind of abuse to anyone.
Anyone… Anyone…
O shit… I DO act like first grade kid!
Anything else?
Not really… Chemistry drives me nuts, some teachers probably want me to have a hart attack and I definitely spend too much time on coffee, sleeping and looking for my Polish workbook (which I’ve lost lately, by the way).
That’s all for today. And for tomorrow, I think. Depends on how bad-ass my next day turns out to be.
Wise thoughts?
Just one.
Too much coffee couldn’t kill you, but could make you feel like worn out truck tire.
And so do waiting.
Please! What kind of office is that: you sit on very uncomfortable hair for about 45 minutes, stare at walls painted like gynecologic ward, smelling like old library and “lighted up” by twenty four miserable students.
Perfect.
Well, it is not like the whole day I could compare to doing laundry in some Indonesian, smelly, dirty river.
There was one thing, and one thing only, that could help me survive this unpleasant wave of homework, stupid, tanned as demon girls and immature boys with their showed-off and painfully expensive cells.
Actually, I still have no idea what the hell I was thinking while I was standing there, ready to run faster than any kind of modern, Japanese train. It reminded mi of “good” old times, when I couldn’t breath seeing some people walking down the hallway, having unconscious face and good-ass shoes.
And please (politely please?) DO NOT tell me I’m behaving worse than any first grade student with Little Mermaids suitcase and ironed collar. Some feelings kick your butt harder than any of the guys from “The Hooligans”.
Second thoughts?
Oh, please… It’s just imagination – I can’t help myself with that one.
And still I don’t want to kill, smack, rape or cause any other kind of abuse to anyone.
Anyone… Anyone…
O shit… I DO act like first grade kid!
Anything else?
Not really… Chemistry drives me nuts, some teachers probably want me to have a hart attack and I definitely spend too much time on coffee, sleeping and looking for my Polish workbook (which I’ve lost lately, by the way).
That’s all for today. And for tomorrow, I think. Depends on how bad-ass my next day turns out to be.
Wise thoughts?
Just one.
Too much coffee couldn’t kill you, but could make you feel like worn out truck tire.
And so do waiting.