Monday, March 9, 2009

Passing Time On Plastic Horses

Passing Time On Plastic Horses (Oh The Bright Lights)

#3 Sometimes I can be really frank and straight to the point when the situation calls for it. My honest opinion does not shake you up; it punches you in the face.

You know IB is taking a toll on you when you wake up with your hand cupped around mouth with an imaginary phone at your ear and you're mumbling "I'm sorry, I can't be bought."

Thankfully its just her asking if i had a barcode number. Or else it would have sounded as though the devil was making a deal with me:

Devil: How about your soul for total release from the horrors of IB!

Me: (Mumbles) Hm?

Devil: No EE! No world lits! You won't have to sit for the dreaded exams in November!

Me: (Sudden realisation) Be gone you piece of satanic f***!!

Devil: I could throw in a gauranteed 45 points~

Me: ...

Me: I'm sorry I can't be bought.

Although IB is hell, it can't beat actual hell. No?

Strangely, i was attempting to cover up the fact that I was talking on the phone when my dad came in, which was an utter failure. I got a feeling I was mumbling something along the lines of "ByeIgottago,dad'shere,callyoubacksoon!" and jabbing the imaginary hang up key in an obviously futile manner while staring blankly at the 'handphone' in my hand.

Maybe there was something in the cookies mom baked last night.

Or maybe I'm just going mad.

"Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage" - Ray Bradbury

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