I was in a manner about to fall fall fall fall into the walls, and I did jump out of time, but the mighty foxy candies still keep me going. Do I have to mention that I feel sick? It's getting standard-like thing already. And the caffeine is trying to burst my veins open and rape my brains (it's a spooky inside-head-itch-like-feeling) but it's worth it.
This Evil lyrics -programme is really freaking me out:
Little baby Blobby was a cute little baby
when we found him on the beach,
there was nothin' shady
you could bounce him on your knee
like a ba-ba-ball
and his first little word was adorable
He said a blah blah blah blah blah
blah blah blah
Blah!
Thin edge of the wedge?
But everybody was so happy - about Blob
... I wouldn't like to read such horrid things just before my social studies exam. Where is this world going to?