Marathons... And Formspring

After being confronted with a marathon week, I figured it was time to set my priorities straight. So far year 12 has been fairly lenient and quite frankly, the fact that my trial exams have already made their way into the school calendar is enough to give me an acute myocardial infarction.

Yeah... I really don't know how I pulled that one out of my arse. In fact, stress levels have elevated beyond measurement and it can only be time until I officially explode due to info overload. And hey, being an intellectually incompetent student means I am going to have to slave my brain to pieces before I have any hope of passing this year. I am so close to chucking in the towel and giving it all up for life as a penny pincher in the hopes of eventually marrying a man wealthy enough to afford my HARDCORE SPENDING LIFESTYLE. Or I might just become a witchdoctor. Witchdoctor sounds good on any resume, right? RIGHT??? I'm running out of ideas, here.

So without further ado: readers, meet my formspring. (Am I cool yet? I've succumbed to the masses, signed up for yet another useless account from whose password I guarantee I will forget in the next... 45 seconds).



So ask me questions, tell me jokes or somethin' and contribute to my already failing grades. Besides, formspring is where all the cool kids are at, right?