Illicit Feedback

guess who's feeling stupid? no, apart from you. yes, me. why, one might ask, am i feeling stupid? English. now that could technically be seen as enough reason, all by itself, but no, i'm not confounded by the big words, but no, what's got me is what gets me every time, and has for the past ALL OF MY LIFE.

still confused? don't know me all that well then, do you, because if you did you'd know i was talking about homework. or more specifically at the moment, coursework. we can only hope i'm not stupid enough to miss the deadline on thursday.

anyway, other things happened, i guess. like the whole fact of me not being properly alive today, due to about two days of not sleeping properly (read as: getting one hour of sleep per night) again, a smart move.

it can be extremely worrying when someone you don't really know hears your name for the first time or whatever and says something along the lines of "oh.. so YOU'RE Rory.." or similar. this is not helped by paranoia induced by insmonia, and all sorts of crazy conspiracy theories start rushing through your mind. incidentally, everyone is ACTUALLY trying to kill me, so it doesn't count as paranoia.