Excited, anyone? 

Crooks

A full day of school tomorrow.
Really? YES.
Whoa.
Didn't think that would happen.

Anyway
You will be surprised to know, that
it really works, if
you try reading a book with "your heads down" and your "finger on your lips"
if
you have a
(very very) badly stitched brain.

Well well well
Now look who's issuing books...

A: Crooks

 

Knock Knock.

It's been quite some time now. Checking to see if anyone else has blogged. And then same old facebook. Same old news feeding...
...
School gives over early now.
Doesn't mean there's less to see.
After more than a month of school-lessness, there's more, in fact, for my eyes to photograph/trap/feed on.
More. Than ever.
Also considering that there won't be much left of all this, really.
A little egocentric, but I still think we're way cooler, our class.
Not because of our desks or manners or diversity or groups.
Because i don't know why. Just let me stick to it, for now, will you?

So,
I saw,
Displacement reactions,
Claustrophobic students laughing about their claustrophobia,
Potentially-asthmatic people,
Rehabilitation.
(Without much compensation)

Saw the sun laughing at our cremation.
Even the seats were sweating.
And they wet her thighs.

Saw upheaval.
Grotesque Council.
Protest Council.
I realize I don't care, except for this one small little thing.
And, I guess, that'll soon be taken care of...

Saw Madness.
>Hysteria, of course.
Saw Her.
>Mysteria? Of course.

Well, its the end now. El-heaven h.
Not exactly. we can change things =p
Anyone?
Everyone?
The last week and the last moments.
KLM .
The window.
Gorgonzilla as Hoplessly Sanguine says. hah.
and her proto sheeeva. (repeat mode)..../......./.........
Free periods.
Crayons.
Crazy classes. *We were here, where were you? *
Crazier lunch breaks.
Crazy days :p

Spam?

I found a note. 
It fell from my head. And on my head. 


--

Awwwww.
I will miss you.
And the desk, yes.
I have three to cherish.

Mucho Love,
XI H.

--

=D

More than just a brick on the wall.

You could have been good.
And you could have been bad.
But XI H
You were among the best I ever had.

=] So Thank You.

For being such a pleasure.
For being more than another chamber in the factory.

You were hard to escape.But easy to breathe in.
And the air is welcome.As is the little of the sky that I could see from your window.Because classrooms tend to get claustrophobic.And the mind tends to wander.
Thank You for not being a drag.For showing me that not everybody has been corrupted by these white-washed walls.
And lastly,for that little more hope.

I shall remember.

PS.I leave my desk as inheritance.Something to remember me by.Hope you like it.
Much love,

Hopelessly Sanguine.

Some nice things.