one long paragraph.

So, I kind of feel like death right now. I don't think I've ever been so sick before, and I had to go and get sick during trials. Talking about testing times. LOL. Jack, that was a terrible pun, you deserve to be exiled. But yeah, nothing seems to be being particularly friendly to me right now. Like yesterday, after English, I went to do some test prints for my major work in Photography/Art. They had to take my number and call me back another time, because the person who specialises in Illustrator files was on break. Then, when I went to buy maccas in at Albury, their eftpos wasn't working. So being a nice brother I drove out to lavi to get Taylor her kids meal and something for myself. Then, today I go to do the test prints again and then end up having to come back tomorrow, with my posters saved in different file formats because Planscan works in an old bloody illustrator program. I am not having much luck. Kind of with how I was meant to get up early this morning to memorise lines of Donne's poetry, but ended up sleeping in. So instead of having around 20 lines of poetry locked away in my head for module A, I only had... 10? One of which I forgot as soon as I went to write it down at the beginning of the exam. I guess at least I did write all 3 essays. But, their lengths where pretty inconsistent. At least I have a day off tomorrow. I can recover a little for the hour and a half of hand cramp essay writing of art examination. Which I still am to even finish revising one artist for. Instead of doing that I am writing this rather long paragraph which I do not believe I will be bothering to break down into smaller paragraphs. What's more fun than making people lose themselves in very long single paragraphs. Kind of like my English exams, those paragraphs were very, chunky. Chunky, now I feel like cheese. But because of the sickness it will probably taste like brockili. Toothpaste this morning tasted like vomit, my ovaltine tonight, something creamy but overly sweet. EVERYTHING TASTES WRONG IT'S SO UNAPPEALING THAT I'M GOING TO CUT MY THROAT AND EVERYONE ELSES. Maybe I should be a real bitch and change remove all the spaces, then I'd like to see you bitches try and read this shit. What am I doing? This post has disintegrated into meaningless chatter. At least I haven't tried to rage about any ex's or something. I'm probably well past that after using it to write my creative writing section in the Belonging exam. It didn't even fit in with one of the stimuli they gave, IT FIT IN WITH TWO. And I don't think I distinguished which one I actually did, which means Robo's probably having a hell of a time working out to what stimuli I was actually writing about. Was it about hiding in a shell (coat) or how little things can hurt or help. I think in the end it ended up being little things, but I don't think I wrote than on the exam. HAWKWARD.