I guess 'Monday morning you sure look fine' can be changed to Tuesday?

They called, they said: ‘Hesta come and find us at the tree-tops!’
-where sounds give ear to winds. Where we go as feathers and He is a breeze and we howl to the moon like the daffodils to the sun. Where we dance like penguins on icebergs and the white bear follows our lead.

Then we make bollemakiesies in the lagoon’s sand, where we fall and land on our feet.

But playtime, they say, is time away-
Time wasted- a time too gay.
For daytime is strife time is primetime for me.
Yet, don’t confuse leisure time with explore time,
With live time for Thee.
I stay awake because of little time,
I need lifetime I plea.

The above was written on Tuesday, not today Tuesday, but another Tuesday, when I was feeling particularly somber.

Anyway, yesterday, as I was writing for me blog, my computer got all effed-up on me, and thus EVERYTHING is now gone.
But no worries, for I shall just quickly recap on my week…

1. I Got my marks back… ugh. Luckily the fake ginger girl sitting next to me in accounting not only made my day by scoring less on her Term paper than I did, but also by asking me if I had a pad for her. I did have a pad for her and after conceitedly replying ‘Yes’, I felt better about my below-average mark for that particular subject.

Oh, and I also had this quote I stole from Fleetwood Mac:

Monday morning you sure look fine
Friday I got travelin on my mind
First you love me, then you fade away
I can't go on believin' this wayAlthough, everyday I’ve got travelling on my mind. But for now I am still calling this Cul de Sac of routine and safety my home...

2. So Tuesday you say; had that Black eyes Peas song -Imma Be- stuck in my head all day, made sure it got stuck in everyone else’s head, who crossed ways with me today, as well. Also a personal Goal I achieved today: I ran 12km in 75 minutes=) happy

Had 2 freaken hours of violin class, which meant I could not go to my friend Herman’s house to have tea...

Now home, doing what I do best, procrastinating and disguising it with the term philosophising.

Oh, and follow one of my best friends, Herman Visser, on blogspot. I promise you, you will be entertained with his wittiness and drollness writings

Oke, Bye.