Considering I've homework to actually get done after procrastination, even worse.
Such a mortal fool! This shell of a human can no longer stand up to the beck and call of society, pushed into a cage of self-induced depression by the wanton locks and grips of essay-writing! What level has our world degenerated to. requiring such extremes measures to increase word count on online diaries!
Mr Docherty could do with giving us less work. And bringing his bagpipes to school. And his banjo. And the various other instruments he probably carries in his left pocket. Would be nice if he loosened up a bit during lessons - him laughing makes much more interesting a history lesson. Reduces the need to sneak in snacks and various confections to perk ourselves up.
On the subject of confections.
My Sis baked yesterday.
Oh gods, poor oven.
Admittedly it wasn't that bad. Sure, the top was burnt. Sure, the taste was nonexistent. Sure, dark chocolate isn't a good ingredient. But still - it actually looked like a muffin and not the charcoal lumps I expected to exit the oven in a flurry of flames, fingers and utter hilarity.
Have some hilarity.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tin6NJqQQsM
Anyway, since I've stepped on the path of no return by augmenting this post with a link, might as well go further. Took a Enneagram personality test - http://www.eclecticenergies.com/enneagram/test.php
Which reveals that I am, in fact, a.
Type 6 - The Loyalist
Conflicted between trust and distrust
- "also robs the Six of much needed peace of mind"
- "and restless imaginings of everything that might go wrong."
- "Sixes don't trust easily; they are often ambivalent about others, until the person has absolutely proven herself, at which point they are likely to respond with steadfast loyalty"
I sound like some sort of insane, schizophrenic semi-human breed.
And speaking of breeds - yes, definitely elven, you.
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