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This is a story. This is pure fiction. This is a test. ...but for you or for me? ~.~ On a sunshine filled day like today, I had all the time in the world for you. We lay on our backs in the grass, dancing silhouettes of the canopy above us, tiny little pockets of light escaping through, like sparkling diamonds another world away... In the light, in the noise of all that clarity, we never did communicate very well... ~.~

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Where to now?

I am soooooooooooo in denial that I just did a whole heap of blogthings to distract myself and found that I can pass eighth grade maths BUT I only got 9/10?!?!?!?! How can that be??? What could I have possibly got wrong??! Oh how my high school maths teachers would be disappointed... what's happened to my algebra skills??? methinks I need to spend some time thinking about bicycle gears to get my mind working again...

I shall quote from http://www.kenkifer.com/bikepages/touring/gears.htm :

" If you want even the nerds to consider you a nerd, try getting enthusiastic about bicycle gearing."

I want even the nerds to consider me a nerd!!!

So how arrogant am I that I expect to get every single answer correct on a maths test just because it's said to be at year eight level?

I did a runner today... oh the shame.. I don't even know why I ran. I just could not face you. It's all very fucked up and wrong isn't it? All this you should be here, but you're not, but you are, and then the wanting, the wanting to run, the wanting to yell at you - go away! leave me alone!, the wanting to cry, the wanting to have you.... again...

stupid beautiful songs ripping out my heart.. and what if you do love me? sharp bits and all? would you ever be able to find me where I'm hiding?

So maybe I should listen to this:

Your Hair Should Be Purple

Intense, thoughtful, and unconventional.
You're always philosophizing and inspiring others with your insights.

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