Half Time

I demand that the world halts in its heedless pursuit of tomorrow and glide in a stately merry-go-round direction for a week or two!

Evidently nobody gives a damn, as the clock is still steadfastly ticking forward. Stuff.

I am most woebegonefully behind in affairs of life and education. I mean, hallelujah and joy to the world and whatnot for the genius of physicists, but whomsoever coined the term 'inertia' has resulted in my overusing this term to describe sheer laziness and procrastination. I am lazy and I procrastinate, period. My choice animal to be in this world would be a tiger, but, barring a sudden surge of required will and determination to stave off starvation, I would be much better off as a barnacle on a whale.

Precisement.

But seeing as how I have the avoided the fate of a low life crustacean and great cat alike, I shall just delight in muddling along as best as I can.

At long last, the ever awaited start to the June holidays! How exceedingly grateful I am to the Lord Almighty that thy unworthy subject has made it through the first six months of Junior College, hardly unscathed but thoroughly satisfied for it -

10s03N is the absolute pinnacle of my happiness, truly and sincerely the best class, most bonded and with the least cliquey people, I have ever been in, and believe you me when I say that class time never so much as tilts towards the side of boredom and irritation. In fact, cheers to all the (RA)ted jokes and scandals that swathe our classmates like winds in a hurricane.

That said, one is severely shocked that term 2 has just vapourized with narry an inkling of its passage; where o where has half of Jc1 life gone to?? Six months of my life over and done with forever!!

So many regrets and failures. These terrible miscreants I shall chuck under the sink to join the abhorred lizards and cockroaches of the world, for one must ensure that these miseries will never be dredged up like silt to be re-agonized and re-wailed over! -shudder shudder -

For good measure, I shall - shudder - again.

A hearty toast, a glass of wine, to former glories,
The rich ruby swirl of former glories.

Just the almost forgotten, deliberately forgotten hopes
Fool's hopes.