You Dont Mean It
the other day, someone helped me with my homework. it was 4 in the morning. i was supposed to read a book for English class and come up with 2 metaphors for every chapter. because i had other homework and a math test to study for, and because it was (sorta!!) his fault anyway that i hadnt finished my homework, he agreed to help me do it. i actually found the whole situation pretty funny - both of us sitting at his dining table, him typing away on his laptop, while i sat there showing off to him all my 10/10’s for math and at the same time complaining about how i wanted to sleep and how i also wanted to eat wantan mee. in the end, we managed to finish up everything - though i was 40 minutes late for my 75-minute test, and i later found out that i only had to come up with 2 metaphors for 2 chapters instead of for 27 fucking chapters. i was pissed off, i was sleepy, i was fragile, i was confused, i was indignant, i was sad, i was regretful, but ultimately, i was really happy that day.
Comments July 7th, 2006
