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i still eat grapes for dinner

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Tuesday, October 26, 2010 Photobucket
i am a loser and i am not ashamed.

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4.07am
relieved that my work of the day is done,
i sleep in peace.


7.25am
but alas the alarm calls for my eyes to be open,
and i grumble as i pee.
and boy do i have a lot of pee.


11.00am
as the day goes by my lack of sleep
is turning me more and more into a
Pissy Missy.


11.27am
the authorities do not appreciate the
Pissy Missy attitude
and command that i follow the rules
without making a sound.

11.28am
naturally i do not listen
and fight for my rights
of having an undisturbed education.


11.29am
however
the fatigue causes me to lose the battle,
i am defeated again..

12.45pm
..and again

3.38pm
i am home with a cup of coffee
and a pile of the Neverending Homework.
reluctantly i proceed to it.



4.32pm
my eyes decide to be tired,
my stomach decides to be noisy
so i decide to take a break and watch an episode of Monk.


4.47pm
my crayon is sad
because i chose to watch Monk
rather than to use it to doodle on Bubbles


5.26pm
studying continues
but i daydream about the episode-
Mr. Monk and the Odd Couple
until it is


11.00pm
i realize i have wasted a lot of my time
and that i will have to stay up again,
to finish my work.






and the cycle continues on....
until one day...
i turn into a










ZOMBIE
with no other body parts, just a hand.
a mighty hand.