Friday, November 28, 2008
fate rules over us all, our lives notinterpret as you will.
ours to control, and even if
you never believed, i always did.
so if by chance we meet again,
i'll wave and smile and be polite
we'll reminisce about simpler times
and then we'll go our separate ways
there'll be nothing more to say, to do,
the book is closed, the bookmark lost,
and here our story ends.
i know what it means to me.
but it's not poetry unless someone misconstrues it
and takes it literally or offence at what's been said
hell yeah. i just used a zeugma.
mademoiselle albrecht would be très proud, non?
i feel like i should try and summarise thsi year
but i don't think i can.
i don't think there are words to describe the emotional spectrum.
i mean, don't get me wrong. it sucked. it sucked ass.
but i've loved every second of it.
and i feel like i should get a new blog.
because, well...this isn't me anymore.
i am j.d., king of the nerds.
...yes, i have watched one too many episodes of scrubs lately.
it's only scary when your own interior monologue sounds suspiciously like j.d.
but seriously. i see myself in that show.
maybe not as a doctor.
or as sexy as the janitor.
but i see aspects of my personality.
and i know what you're saying.
DUDE. GET A LIFE. STOP ANALYSING TV SHOWS AND TRYING TO FIND SOLACE THROUGH YOUR OVERLY INTROSPECTIVE WAYS.
and who am i kidding?
not one of you was thinking anything beyond the first sentence of that phrase.
because you have managed to dissociate yourselves from the title of ib nerd.
or maybe you were just never that cool in the first place.
yes. ib = cool.
if we drew a graph, it would be a straight line with a gradient of one and passing through the point (0,0)
that's just how directly proportional the two qualities are.
and let's be serious.
there is no way i'm doing pure arts next year.
i need nerdiness like i need innuendo and tea bags.
or, you know, like a fat kid needs cake. or liposuction.
psht. why am i so happy and rambly?
where has depressed jess who wears a dress gone?
okay. i just wanted to rhyme that last part.
you can be quiet now.
yeah, i know you're laughing at me.
or rolling your eyes at how pathetic i am.
BUT BRING ON FREEDOM, BABIES.
oh yeah. i'm high.
on love!
actually, no.
not what you're thinking. XD
be relieved. i'm still totez asian.
peace out and God bless.
lovelove, jess xxxx
Labels: freedom, IB., nerd, poetry, sanity, year 12