Cheryl's going to Taxi!
Psyche. says:
I'm going to Taxi with Joanne.
ply the air with tractors says:
after this?
Psyche. says:
Yeah.
ply the air with tractors says:
ohh... okay then
Psyche. says:
Probably going.
Psyche. says:
):
ply the air with tractors says:
hahah, expected, i suppose?
Psyche. says:
Okay...
Psyche. says:
But I will miss everyone.
Psyche. says:
D:
ply the air with tractors says:
aww
Psyche. says:
EXCEPT.
ply the air with tractors says:
take saturday classes then
ply the air with tractors says:
same time
Psyche. says:
Petra, Belle and Neusha.
ply the air with tractors says:
maybe you'll get nourredine!
Psyche. says:
The rest are missable.
ply the air with tractors says:
haha. yeah.
Psyche. says:
We are.
Psyche. says:
We are getting Nourredine.
ply the air with tractors says:
you are? seriously?
ply the air with tractors says:
that's nice
Psyche. says:
I think so.
Psyche. says:
It's at 9 am!
Psyche. says:
The classes.
Psyche. says:
Until 12.
ply the air with tractors says:
i'd only go to taxi IF so did dominic, claudia and lydia
ply the air with tractors says:
i mean
Psyche. says:
Okay...
ply the air with tractors says:
i've been with them for like 3 years already
Psyche. says:
I KNOW!
ply the air with tractors says:
yeeaah
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haha, 'twas like some poorly disguised weepy farewell. Sort of.
meh. Cheryl and Joanne want to go to Taxi; y'know, the whole 'higher level of learning' and all. And I realize that I, too, want to learn the more advanced French stuff. I hate being left behind.
But I also hate leaving people behind.
Dominic's really wacky and fun and can't be lived without.
Claudia and Lydia have been around for so long that to be without them would be unthinkable.
I even like the others, yes, Cheryl - even Petra, Neusha and Belle. Although I could live without them.
But let's wait for our results to come out first.
If I do qualify for Taxi, I shall burst into tears and not know what to do.
Maybe not, but yes...
If I go to Taxi, I might get Nourredine, so hey. That'll be a plus.
The downsides, though.
I don't believe in general priority, but the cliche 'go with your heart' phrase.
However, it becomes quite a chore when your heart's shredded and stuff.
I want to go up. I want to stay with my friends.
Psh.
But I'm only postulating that Dominic/Claudia/Lydia won't qualify or won't want to go to Taxi, so we shall see. I repeat, when our results come out.
gosh. I've angsted for so long, bletch.
Have a cookie.
Jerry raised himself toward the voice, needing to answer it. He had to answer. But he kept his eyes shut, as if he could keep a lid on the pain that way. But it was more than pain that caused an urgency in him. The pain had become the nature of his existence but this other thing weighed on him, a terrible burden. What other thing? The knowledge, the knowledge: what he had discovered. Funny, how his mind was clear suddenly, apart from his body, floating above his body, floating above his pain.
"It'll be all right, Jerry."
No it won't. He recognized Goober's voice and it was important to share the discovery with Goober. He had to tell Goober to play ball, to play football, to run, to make the team, to sell the chocolates, to sell whatever they wanted you to sell, to do whatever they wanted you to do. He tried to voice the words but there was something wrong with his mouth, his teeth, his face. But he went ahead anyway, telling Goober what he needed to know. They tell you to do your thing but they don't mean it. They don't want you to do your thing, not unless it happens to be their thing, too. It's a laugh, Goober, a fake. Don't disturb the universe, Goober, no matter what the posters say.
His eyes fluttered open and he saw Goober's face all askew, like on a broken movie film. But he was able to see the concern, the worry on his face.
Take it easy, Goober, it doesn't even hurt anymore. See? I'm floating, floating above the pain. Just remember what I told you. It's important. Otherwise, they murder you.
Basically someone who's totally given up. The Chocolate War, Robert Cormier.
From the harsh side of this primal jungle they call... the world.
The human world, which is by default the civilized world.
Heck that. Deprived of our 'humanly' devices, that vital gene, our furniture and computers and technology, we're just as primal as any animal.
And our intelligence only makes that worse.
William Golding's Lord of The Flies elaborates on this point.
Act like a matador, play like a disney movie princess.
Prayer for Allegro.
