*floats back down to earth* Sorry... I'm high and I've no idea why. No it can't be the few slabs of dark chocolate Yarong offered me this afternoon. No it can't be the three-hour writing intensive paper I had this morning. No it can't be this morning's coffee. So... It must be... A combination of all three~ Yay! My analysing skills rock! It's twoo, I just analysed them. *grins insanely*
Oh dear, what shall I blog about next? I know~ WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~ And multi-coloured pink-tinted sugar-coated mocha-stuffed crunchy bunnies! Yumm!
Ok I have no idea what that is... o.O *slaps self*
On a *ahem* saner note... The exams are more than half over! *jumps around screaming wildly* Ok so much for saner... -___________- Weeeeeeeeeelllllllllllllll, I'm going to fail more than half of them but *cough cough* I didn't say that. So, another week more and we're through. Then one week of peace, before we go back to the execution ground, I mean school. And get slaughtered like pigs or moomoos or sheepys in the slaughter house. Or Mr. F, as Sheepy so kindly explained functions to me with. Oh well...
'Their's not to make reply, Their's not to reason why, Their's but to do and die: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.' - Alfred Tennyson, 'Charge of the Light Brigade'
Oh, and I love my Sheepy~ Note that I use the pronoun 'my' not because I'm that protective over Sheepy, but I know for a fact that there are other sheep out there, masquerading as my Sheepy... ^^ But you know that I know that we all know that there can only be one Sheepy. the sweetest, the charming-est, the... fluffy-est?