Again.

Sunday, March 8, 2009, 4:29 PM

Arghm... Water just dripped on me... It evaporated so fast. Hmm. I hope it wasn't dirty... Why does my TPC seem to lag so much these days? Still researching on the undead, but it's not doing much good. And tomorrow, Guides is ever so slack! SO SO SLACK! We don't have tests tomorrow, only the Sec1s do, and I laugh in their faces. I actually look forward to Roll Call tomorrow, I haven't been doing footdrills for a really long time because I fell down and I miss it now :( I think I'm going mad. Maybe it's the result of pwning Elaine in the last Chinese Chess match. I wonder if Panda is a necromancer, but I can't ask him because he will obviously say no, necromancers are always on the alert because dragons want to slay them because the necromancers are killing dragons for their bags and clothes. Like Bella's. I always knew there had to be a reason why she was so quiet. She must be plotting to go buy some dragon liver while it's still cheap! Hah! Well off to get pwned by Ali in Chinese Chess~ Bye

As the rain pours

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A Whiting and A Snail-Lewis Carroll
‘Will you walk a little faster?’ said a whiting to a snail.
‘There’s a porpoise close behind us, and he’s treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle - will you come and join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join the dance?

‘You can really have no notion how delightful it will be
When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!’
But the snail replied ‘Too far, too far!’ and gave a look askance -
Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance.

‘What matters it how far we go?’ his scaly friend replied.
‘There is another shore, you know, upon the other side.
The further off from England the nearer is to France -
Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join the dance?’

Sunday, March 8, 2009, 4:29 PM