(un)Significant Sunday

yet again, boredom sets in and the harsh fact that the finals are OUT of the corner
and into the path ahead.
Right guys?
*nods*

Diggin' in deep . . .
it hurts.

Ironically, I want it to be over as soon as possible and get good results, yet I am procrastinating. I don't know what to do. lol.

"James peered out of the passenger window of the Boeing 712 commercial airliner and
noticed the right wing was vibrating haphazardly. Without warning, the plane started to dip at a forty-five degree angle at a rapid speed. The force of the incoming wind tore the metal platings that protected the exterior of the plane, ripping the tip wing into pieces. On top of that, the right engine started to whine and churned out thick, black smoke out into the air. It was a matter of time before it ignites a flame and explodes. James was out of time. He had to do something fast.
Picking up the emergency phone, he yelled at the pilot to switch off the engine and carry out an emergency landing."
- an extract from my latest composition... Titled 'Flight'.

My english is starting to fail on me. Pathetic.
Crazed over the other subjects too much. Neglected the main subject. Ha.
Complacency overwhelmed my resolve to study.
Oh well, whining over the past is not going to do me any good.
I guess I shall try and evade the sunlight tomorrow and look like a retard
in the middle of the street, covering my eyes with my arms in effort to
reflect the sunlight back and destroy the menacing Sun once and for all.
Mu-mwuahahaha!

NAY. Meths may be my guide tomorrow.

-End of Transmission