|Current mood:|| pensive|
|Current music:||Free Bird- Lynard Skynard|
its 3AM and i wanna go to bed
"The more my wrong, the more his spite appears:
What, did he marry me to famish me?
Beggars, that come unto my father's door
Upon entreaty have a present alms
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity.
But I, who never knew how to entreat
Nor never needed that I should entreat
Am starved for meat, giddy for lack of sleep
With oaths am kept waking and with brawling fed
And that which spites me more than all these wants
He does it under the name of perfect love
And who would say, if I should sleep or eat
T'were deadly sickness or else present death
I prithee go and get me some repast
I care not what, so it be some wholesome food"
its bad when i'm starting to feel like kate as well. just gotta say it and get it down before next monday. piece of cake. we're not even mentioning the acting final on friday. or the composition. or the juries or the civ and spanish finals. it'll be fine. i'll be fine.
jay is the greatest-thank you so much, you have been incredibly sweet to me since the first day i met you.
meditation pour la nuit: "Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught" -Oscar Wilde
bank on it.