School
-
“Would you like to be buried, sir, or dissected? Whichever you pick, you’ll get your lungs cut out and photographed.”
The most difficult thing about having a blog (or website, as it is now known to some) is thinking up what to write about. I’m working on some projects that will hopefully be making an appearance on here in the near future – before 2012, that is – but nothing concrete at the moment.… Continue reading
-
Eleven Days…
Growing up with Lauren always wishing she’s a year older, I’ve never been too fussed about time passing – until recently. Hurry up, Halloween! I want to get rid of the bad background and dodgy header, change everything on Twitter, unveil my rather-brilliant-if-I-may-say-so-myself plans for Indifferent Ignorance. I’m not going to give anything… Continue reading
-
My Chemical Romance Lyrics Save Lives. But Not Test Results.
What I hate about exams is that they sneak up on you. The date is so far away, then it’s next week, then in two days, then… Tomorrow. Unfortunately, this IAA is not an exam I can make up on the spot. With humanities, this is pretty easy – all you have to do… Continue reading
