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I'm going to join everyone in the insanely depressed posts in about five minutes, but first I will say that myself and sixth_light and insane_ophelia got Very Very Pished on Saturday and, um, this inspires many comments but the first one, and the one that I will share with you, because it is generic and she couldn't possibly hunt me down for it, is
OMFG Lucy is the FUNNIEST DRUNK ALIVE.

No. Seriously. Who uses the word "repudiate" after eight shots? Honestly and truly?

And now to requisite depressedness, which sums up as:
I hate school.
I hate my mother.
I hate exams.
I hate fighting with my mother.
I'm going to fail Schol Calculus.
I base my entire self-esteem around my exam results.
I have no money.
I hate swearing at my mother.
I hate CRYING at my mother.
I hate French internals. (Except the one I just got Excellence on, which I love.)
I hate it when my brother is incompetent ad burns dinner and my mother takes that as a opportunity to SPEND ALL NIGHT RANTING.
I hate the story I want to submit for the Sunday Star Times Short Story competition. It's the one I posted here earlier. I hate it. It is meaningless.
Have I mentioned mocks in four weeks, finals in eight?
Have I mentioned I'm going to fail everything?
Did I mention my mother?
Calculus?

Yeah. I'm themed. Possibly I'm not stressed enough, I have only a few themes. And I wouldn't call myself suicidal. But, argh, I don't care, I feel miserable enough to bithc about it, so I'm going to go find gianp and bitch at him over MSN, because I missed him. He probably won't be there. That would make my night.

Oh, yeah, I'm home.

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But. Butbutbut. I wrote a POEM.

I missed writing poems. So that's all good.


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I heard Columbus could balance an egg.
Easy.

I'm taking an egg out of the carton
running my finger along the cool edge of the world
infinity in an eggshell:
which came first?

The point of it:
balancing an egg on its end
balancing a ship on the world
balancing life on the edge

guess.

pick your star.

Finding India, finding America
finding me, curled inside the egg
when it is cracked open
there I am.

Balancing an egg on its end
it's easier than you think:
you just have to know
where to put your finger.

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I don't even know what it's about. Apart from eggs, obviously. But its less disjointed than some stuff I've read recently. :D