^ Lady Gaga – Because some days you just want to look like a constipated Little Red Ridinghood with no pants on.
I had always thought of myself as one of those people who did not have any irrational fears. But last last week, faced with the idea that I would be getting a vaccine against measles, or swine flu, or whatever the hell disease it was that I would be immunized against, made me just want to throw myself under a bus. It would probably have hurt less. And I would be on the news.
But actually it was kind of disappointing. My class and I queued for thirty something minutes, shivering and yet sweating under the Siberian weather that is unique to our school hall only, and for what? An ant bite. Actually, for me it was probably less than an ant bite because I actually felt nothing. I had to ask the doctor if she had put it in yet (people with sewage for minds, ahem Emerald, will read the previous line differently). She said yea and I said huh?
It was so NOT what I had imagined my reaction to be.
I was going to see the needle inching closer and closer to me, I would draw my hand when it was too close, I would say I was sorry and would place my arm back where it was, the doctor would once again try to vaccinate me, I would draw my arm away, she would get frustrated and just jam the needle wherever she could. If it was in the eye, so be it.
But no. I sat on a stool for 10 seconds and left. Tadaa!! I left there vaccinated and annoyed. What was the fuss all about? Why did people faint? As I once said to Celine Dion, why the long face?
I think maybe this is how I’ll feel when the Leaving Cert exams are over. What was the fuss all about? What was the point of all the tears stress? I had just let my imagination run wild, and I had anticipated the worse, only to find that it wasn’t all that bad. Sympathy for Macbeth will probably come up, when I had slaved over bizzare themes like betrayal and isolation, and I would probably be given an integration question that did not require me to put a +c on the end. I can just imagine myself getting out of the exam hall thinking “huh?”
This ^ is what I’m hoping for. This is THE target. Forget medicine. Please, God, let me be like him after the exams. It’s an order.
NICE metaphor. And I totally agree, the anticipation built up around the leaving cert is surely bigger than the exam itself.
(Surely)
thats all I’m saying ; )
Woo, I got a mention!
Hah, that was brilliant when we were getting those shots. I am super terrified of needles so I was all like “THIS IS BULLCRAP” and then my mom was all like “You were born in America, you already got both the MMR shots. You’re immune.” And then I was all like “Sweet, guys.” And then my friends all got shots and the needle-jockey came over to me and was like “yo, needle-time” and I was all like “sit on it, bitch.”
Seriously though, sympathy for Macbeth could come up? I was not informizzled of this.
Sympathy for Macbeth? I own that shit.
Macbeth’s a douche. I fail to sympathise.
^interesting observation. ; )
Celine Dion is got to be the best singer, she has a very sweet warm voice `
celine dion will always be one of the best singer, she has the unique sounding voice ~.”