when the cold of winter comes

Icon revamp!

Life is odd and grey and neutral. Three tests next week and I can't seem to work up stress - which is a good thing, considering that last time I got majorly stressed I screamed at someone in the middle of the library and threw their paper across the room - or even desire to study.

The amount of people asking me what the hell Fahye means, this week, has been a little bizarre. I managed to argue for about five minutes with a friend in grade 10 that it was a perfectly acceptable nickname. Much easier to just let the hair cover the jersey so people don't see it. (But then I get people coming up and flicking my ponytail so they can read the writing and screeching WHAT DID YOU GET ON *YOURS*?)

I just typed about five random paragraphs on entirely unrelated subjects and then deleted them.

I think I may actually be going mad.

*sighs*

o.O

Um.

thebookyoucrew

Does anyone else think that this is THE most fucked up excuse for pretentiousness and petty point-scoring that they've ever seen? Good Lord. Those bloody "beautiful people" communitites are less pointlessly cruel and boring than this.

OMG PRATCHETT IS *SO* NOT LITERATURE

OMG JANE EYRE YOU ARE *SO* MAINSTREAM

I'm so glad my mind doesn't work like that. I kind of like enjoying books.