Down the rabbit hole: I run to the hills when my heart is lonely

Wednesday, November 5

I run to the hills when my heart is lonely


Thank the Lord. You have no idea how relived I am. There you go, one less thing to worry about, the world is in safe(r) hands.

I am completely exhausted so this is going to be short. 2 and a half A levels down, a half more to go. Everything is a mess, I am a mess. I have 2 ulcers and 2 mouth sores. Bunji says they look like herpes. Ha. Ha. They are not. They are however, extremely painful and I spent half of my evening bleeding over my dinner. Disgusting? Yes.

The past few days have been excruciating, its come to the point where every other word I hear prompts some sort of connection to biology, like a twisted word association game going on in my head. "You are such a homo" "-dimer." "Ew, too much cleavage" "-furrow formation" Its strange, I can't stop. Just yesterday Christine and I made genuinely hilarious biology jokes, I can't recall any at the moment, but man, they were gold.

I'm tired and I can't think of anything anymore except how much I want a shower and to sink bonelessly into my blankets and sleep. Reminds me of how as a child I used to make believe I was a fox and burrow myself in blankets and pretend to be asleep, except I didn't, because I hated naps. Exhausted, goodnight. Oh goodie, the shoes I bought have been shipped. Please come quick, I love you already.

PS. I don't have anywhere to shove this, but I just wanted to mention that throughout the entire biology paper, The Sound of bloody Music was playing in my head CONTINOUSLY(not unlike transcription in bacteria - See what did I tell you about the bio?) The one where Maria runs around the hills and sings THE HILLLSSS ARE ALLIIIIIVE WITH THE SOOOUUNND OF MUUUUSIICC. I love that song and I don't know why I never noticed before but Captain Von Trapp is rather attractive. Ew, that was weird and felt strangely incestous.

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