and then our exile

Just, "oh." That's all. Since yesterday: one hour of sleep. i don't feel tired as such, just "deadened" (it's gotten to the stage where i'm sitting here wondering why the heating pad isn't heating up if it's not plugged in). Continually cursing myself for bringing things to this head. If i ever ever do this again i don't deserve's. By now, all i can say to the fact that my math teacher "forgot" to get the trig exam for me, is MAN. GOD. WOW. Bilbo would tell me to do two rak'ah. i think i will.

Things are nearly where i start wondering how the textbook here would look shredded. WHY WON'T THE BLOODY THING MAKE ANY SENSE WHY WHY OH HOW AND I'VE BEEN WORKING AT IT FOR HOURS AND HOURS BUT WHAT. Still remaining: two physics assignments, three bio assignments, three more exams next week (two math / one chem) that i yet need to start looking forward to. Except no, I GOT NINETY-SEVEN PERCENT ON WEDNESDAYS'S PHYSICS EXAM. Sure, tainted by bad-things, but if i change, surely that's retroactive? (ha. i disgust myself, that attitude.) but still: !!!! TABARAKALLAH. SO. MUCH. MORE.

Other than that, nothing is happening. It is snow again till Saturday afternoon, whereupon it will disappear zippadeezap and i am to get three poems. Uncle Edg*r and Tante R*by here shortly, iA. My thought-patterns are lumbering and linear stark and nearly nihilistic (in a secular sense).

Sound-wise, you all know how Cat St*vens became Yus*f Islam, yes? And how i used to be big big fan of his, yes? Well, recently i re-found his "i think i see the light", and comparing that with "ta'ala 'aal badru 'alayna" is very funny.

For the past couple of days i've been meaning to say something meaningful on here, but meh. Later. Later.