(Not so Much) Poetry Insipired by Sickitude

So i was planning out a sick song in my head just now, and thought- hey, i should record it, and just post it here.

as future me can recall quite vividly, im sure, and if not, this account should shed some light on the memories that i get quite a bit, well, wonky when sick.

like willy wonka wonky. (HA HA. arent i funneh?)

anyhoo, im lamer than usual (i typoed lamer as lamber and i was seriously considering leaving it like that for a second and then making a bad pun about going for the lion rather than the lamb. yes, i had a pll marathon yesterday, duuh.) and weirder and crazier and make NO SENSE AT ALL.

but rather than reminece about such stories of the past where i have embarrassed myself expertly and proffesionally, lets sing out that sick song now shall we?

wait. i cant sing. (no, not just cant cant, but i reallyyyy cant cant cant. i has a throat infection.) so i will now write a sick poem.

i forgot. damn. oh well. lets start from scratch…in a bit. i feel dizzy. so im going to minimize this, lie down for a bit then get back to it later. and yeah, im THAT sick, im getting woozy. and my eyes are tearing up…

gosh,  i hate being sick -__________-

around four and a half hours (i read HP and the Half-Blood Prince, i slept, i was on fb, i slept some more, moaned, complained, froze and shivered, sweat and turned on the ac, then read just a taaad bit more. and watched Night at the Museum for the second time since its RELEASE. wohoo!) i am exhasted, sleepy, and feel like puking. and like theres a knife being twisted in my gut. i hate being sick =/

yeah, i think i reaaaallllyyyy need to get to sleep now. i just temporarily (2 and a half seconds, dammit!) forgot how to spell nife. i mean, knife. crap. i just did it again.

yeeaah, so i need sleep now. ‘night.

Ze Sick Ze,
-Ze

haha. repetition is funny. no? nevermind. i am lamer than usual. especially since im sick aaand sleep deprived/had too much sleep (sixteen hours. no wonder im still up in the ams.). so yeah. sleep. i covet it dearly.

The Physics Dedication, Productivity, and Newsletter Anger

Productivity equals youtube and procrastination, whenever i use it, so thats that =P

i spent an entire day today too, watching nothing but youtube vids. yes, i know, im getting a PhD, no sweat 😉 anyways, i started watching this gay guy who i was expecting to be funny, but i think he came on too strong and it honestly creeped me out so a tiny degree. i dont know, maybe cuz ive never meet anyone openly gay in  my community (those who i know are gay either dont know it themselves, refuse to acknowledge the inevitable truth, deny it altogether insistently but arent exactly convincing anyone…etc). but who cares, im just not used to it, s’all. but i find his vides funny so far, so yeah =P what i hate though, is that he swears just SO DAMN MUCH. i dont like that.  The guys name is tayloroakley and he reminds me a bit of spongebob, i think its the glasses. call me retarded, but thats juuuust how my brain works =P

Oh, and a Tale about Physics. and true dedication and hard work and shit like zat:

my bro was using the laptop, i was bored, my mp4 was outta charge, i wasnt reading a book i was hooked on/wasnt in the mood to read, and i was deprived of the ipad to read my manga, sooo….i thought i might as well do SOME of the physics hw.

sooo, i go over to my bag lying on the floor (im just suuuch a neat freak =P ) and start leafing through it, trying to find whatever the hell it is that im looking for (my physics lil summary book that i was supposed to complete…last yr, look how well that punctual project turned out =P ) and i find the corner of a school newsletter sticking out. and that corner happens to have a….*brace yourselves*…cross word puzzle on it.

so i immediately yell ‘CROSS WORD!!’, fling the neglected Bag of Studies to another corner or the room, and grab a pencil and proceed to epically solve that shit.

now, me being me, with my amaazing luck (sarcasm. grrr, the downfalls of typing =S ), it happens to be a particular issue that angers me.

now, you might (or future me might ask herself while reading this on the TARDIS) ask yourself, now Wattson/Frosty/Maud, why are you angry at the newsletter? (of all things…)<your train of thought =P weeelll, its cuz of many reasons. but mainly, lets saaay, that i dont just hate the newsletter, but the newsletter crew in general. all of them personally, or most of em anyways, are my close buds. but my juniors by a year. NOTICE im a year a head of them now at school.

weeelll, i just hate them cuz:1. the editor specially requested me to start a comic series and so i DID. but when it was done, they never printed it. psssshhhh. you lil-
2. i was supposed to be a part of it, but at the end of every single issue they dont print my name. i mean, they used to, but then they just STOPPED.
3. i email in stories, quotes, poems (and a shit load of better poems than what theyve got going for them NOW) etc, but they still never print that stuff….

and many many more, but im just getting angry and depressed here, and therefore feel like ripping someones head off (mogheis;. why? notta clue. just cuz i hate him, i guess. bleh =P ) a longer rant explaining my misunderstood and so far ‘en’reasonable hate for all zat. but yeah. more on that later, me on the TARDIS =)