"Cause I've been afraid that you would walk away"
-Beyonce- Broken Hearted Girl
So I've had fucking Timbaland, Flo-Rida and T-Pain stuck in my head all day.
Results are in. Finally. Haven't failed anything, but didn't honour everything. Results weren't honestly too bad, something like this:
English - D1- 53% - pass
Irish - D1 - 54% - pass
Maths - B1- 79% - honour
French - D2 - 47% - pass
Home Ec - C3- 58% - honour
Economics - B3 - 70% - hounour
Chemistry - C3- 55% - honour [just about!]
I was freaking out all day, waiting to get back Chemistry, it was one of the worst, aside from French, but that was impossible and a good chunk of the class actually failed so passing it by 7% is okay I guess. I really have to get it together academically this term and not just work when I feel like it. I mean,going from a B/C average to a C/D average is like, frowned upon, cause like I know myself I'm capeable, but like, teachers and shit need to fuck off telling me that, I know I didn't try completely last term but shut up with the guilt trips, just cause I'm not the fucking class nerd, getting high B's and shit all the time like ughh, I don't care, not at this point in time, come back to me when I have energy to actually care mmk?
Speaking of energy, I really have like, none lately. I'm sleeping, I am. But it's like I'm at that point of having just woken up all day, you know the feeling of, "no no, just 5 more minutes.." *falls back asleep for 10mintues and has to rush to get ready* ughh, fuck. School just feels like such a burden lately. Like, lack of energy, the momentary 40minute shuffle from room to room is just such a chore when you've got books, folders, and a heavy bag, it's made worse when all you wanna do is go to the next classroom and some fucking little first year insists on having a chat with her "BFFFFL" beside the lockers, ughh, just fucking move! No one cares. I'm sure the little shit piece of info isn't life changing in the break of about 2 classes. For fuck sake. Honestly, sometimes people just get sooo annoying!!
Downhill gig on Saturday with the lovely Ms Efa O'Brien. Cannot fucking wait, had my tickets since before Christmas with prompting from the lovely Conor Walsh from the band. If he ever gets linked to this, Conor you rock xD haha. I can't wait, rock outt, and I have to get shit in Easons like a copy of The Kite Runner and..uhh..Something else that I'll remember later. I really should go down and record Celebrity Big Brother, I missed it last night so I'll probably be lost now. Damn reality TV, I caught the end of it, so I know they've failed their shopping challenge. That task was funny. Lol.
So because I couldn't sleep for a while last night I began thinking about things lately, and not so lately, not-so-lately meaning when I just completely shut myself off a few months ago, it feels like I only did it last week or something, but I honestly can't even remember how I felt at that time. It was numbing. I don't know what triggered me feeling like that, I just shut down, closed myself off from people, was very much reserved for that while and when I did start to come out of it, I remember being like halfway there and thinking "was it better when I shut people off or when I had people by my side no matter what?" I won't apologise for what I did because it's a bit late now. It's in the past and I've moved on, I'm myself again. It was a mistake and I've learned from it. People go through phases, that was one of many of mine.
It's still bloody freezing out so I literally grabbed the first pair of gloves I saw this morning whilst heading out to go wait on my bus. They had been sitting in the gap between bars of the rad and I put them on and it was like that feeling of putting on warm socks when your toes are nearly numb or when your really cold and drink a hot cup of tea, I was like "Ahhh now there's something I need every morning." So, my morning started well. Sporting of course the uniform, shirt and tie done cause I'm sick of being given out to for it, navy school coat, and red and black check scarf. No different than any other morning except for my mams red gloves I'd taken off the rad.
Texting with gloves is impossible btw.
See that pic up there? *scrolls up, sees, scrolls back down* isn't it cool? I love it. I have this lil thing for butterflies, I don't know what it is though. Could be their colours, how they're so free, how they can fly anywhere, they're so delicate and pretty and elegant. I dunno, I just have a lil thing for them. They're just so... I dunno, freee.
Knuckles are killing me today. -_-
Feels like there's a giant knife stuck in all of them. Especially my baby fingers or my ring fingers. Ughh. Paracetomal doesn't work on them either.
Pretty average post. Not too happy with it. =/
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I'm gonna go. Maybe make some tea.
I'm running out of things to say anyway.
Laterrrrr
xoxo
Georgia
Labels: butterflies, Downhill, School
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