The Hallucination of the Red Sky

Wow. I haven't been this sore since circuit training for EPE.

My shoulders ache and my right arm wouldn't stop spazzing out in class. It trembles just like Keara's hands :/

My dreams of becoming a surgeon. Shattered. Wait. 

I meant my dreams of becoming a bartender. Shattered. How am I supposed to mixed drinks without dropping a glass if I have shaky hands?

Pffft. Screw surgeon-ing. 

Those half lap push ups were amazing. Pumping blood into our heads and turning the sky red.

I know we only did like, 20 or 30 of them. But my arms are dead from swimming gala. I cannot take off or put on a shirt without feeling severe pain running down the sides of my body. But when you perform one of those actions, you have to do the other sooner or later. Of course, there's the pain bending down to retrieve my clothes off the floor. For someone who can hardly touch her toes, it's bloody fucking painful.

Triple pain served with a side of bruises and blindness.

What? Have I done English? Hah. No. 

Is my mother pissed at me? Hah. Yes.

Isn't she always though?

I want to go home. 

Go into boarding. 

Something.

My brain's going into one of those "wtf brain?" moments.

Like the best way to jump off a building is to wear baggy clothes and shoes.

Baggy clothes because they flap around during the fall and shoes because it's cool. I think very few people hurl themselves of buildings with shoes on. I think they usually de-shoe themselves first.

Also.

I had another one of those moments when I felt like slamming a certain someone's head into the steering wheel or windshield while they're driving.

Oh damn. No use hiding it huh? Guess only one person drives me around. Speaking of which. I want a driver's license. 

Also.

I think I'm tired. I thought about defenestrating paper airplanes, but I already got into trouble with the guards after blowing bubbles on my balcony. The guards are pretty uptight about what you can or cannot do on the balcony, but they seem to be completely fine with smoking there. Damn bastards.

Oh hey. We're leaving on Friday. Guess that's something to look forward to.

And the 2 English essays. And the Option D Evolution test. And the Econs IA.

I should go do some of that. Or set fire to the sky. I think the latter is easier.