I'm not dead!

..Relief, no? *big goofy grin*

I actually don't have any purpose for writing this- but then again when do I ever?

Am at French class right now. Wrong time to be blogging but I've had quite enough of parler-ing & écouter-ing for one day. Three hours of not understanding jack if what's going on in class will do that to you.

Ahhh it feels good to write something other than an exam paper. Even though it has no purpose.
But I'm sick of purpose- screw purpose! Why can't I do something just because I feel like it- & NOT just do it because it might be beneficial?

I want to run around screaming as loud as I can. I want to draw. I want to dance. I want to throw my books in the air. I want to cut the CCTV camera wires (haha ;D) & I want to go absolutely mad.

Being chained to my books is like torture.

Oh crap, he's looking this way-

Yeah, I'd better get going. Oh well, back to the monotony. *deep sigh*