When screaming just won't do!

I have paint all over my hands. My eyes are itchy as hell. I should do important things but, like what I more often than not continue to do, wish to throw them all away to the abyss where they came from. Oh wait a minute, am I being the grump of the day? Youbetchabygollygeewhiz!

These past two days, my emotions are like a swinging pendulum (read:emotional wreck). I laugh one minute and go completely blank and seething the next. I go hyper and can whiz through tasks before you can say "up!" then I suddenly realize.....what the fake!!!

All because of one event: The Exhibit (brings to mind a museum of strangled body parts and laughing hyenas). I can just hear the screams of anguished students crying out for justice.

Oh, and yesterday, I was absolutely furious at two pigs who were bothering me till kingdom come. They kept making fun of me (so elementary, pare!) and were at my back all the time (and to think, I was just having my usual tanga before class!). I was so angry that I borrowed a paper from my classmates and wrote the words "pigs!" and "hell incarnates" over and over again. PIGS! HELL INCARNATES! Please, the two pigs of 2 Gold, don't bother me and get a life!

Moving on with this angry post of mine, what the hell is happening to our classroom! It's as blank as the wall I keep staring at! I hate to say it but...I'm so disappointed. I'd rather keep quiet.

No, I won't. Just a few hours ago, I was so drained and quite seething that I literally crumpled to the floor and stared for a few minutes. My classmates thought I was sleeping. Uh no, my mind was just going blank, refusing to take all the harassments encountered during the day.

I sigh, droop my head and silently, wistfully, look back at the good ol' days.