Never

Still going with Enduring Love, not too many more chapters to go, hope I can finish it tonight :)


Wow my room is so..pretty :| nah I can't handle it, so much stationary (and a pair of bloomers LOL) strewn around the place eurgh.

Never ever ever have I felt so much doom in going back to school.
It makes me shudder and want to roll over and cry and never leave my bed.
But you know what, tomorrow I'll wake up bright and early, around 7.30 and so the last year of my high school life will commence, because that's just what I have to do. No matter how much I don't like it.

I'm getting the bad kinda tingles just from thinking about it though. It's just that these holidays have been..different, in a good way! :)

Nothing I can do, hey.





Goodbye Holidays, Hello Year 12.
Love Lisa

PS. Jabbawockery

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.