Chopin's a Bitch.

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To avoid smashing my head into my piano in my poor attempt to do justice to one of Chopin's manic Mazurkas, I thought I should put in an entry.

So, here's the stitch: I seriously think I have swine flu.
& no.
No - I am not succumbing to the supposed "yellow journalism" and its intention to detract from the doom and gloom of the financial crisis. (Coz there is nothing cheerier than a pandemic) I just think that a normal flu shouldn't paralyse you for 4 days.
Yes, so I'm laying there in my bed, unable to talk for fear of a coughing fit - A difficult feat for an opinionated shrew such as myself. It was a chance for the voices in my head to be amplified. The internal monologue, now starved of interaction missed its job of undercutting conversation with sarcastic omissions. Ah, it was now my only company in my sickness. (My medieval parents, thinking I had the black plague, quarantined me to my room and religiously carried around a canister of Glen 20.)
I thought of many things: the power of the mind for instance. After chanting the mantra "I'm not going to die, I'm not going to die, I'm not going to die", I found that I convinced my mind to ward off the creeping grim reaper. I imagined it was some epic fencing battle between the hooded black figure and my super-buff Mind Power. Blow after blow, lunging and ducking and jumping and poking. Oh the drama! Good old Mind Power would cut that drab outfit into the 21st century before sending it on his way to collect his new victim. (Insert Micheal Jackson Joke)
Then finally in the light of the setting sun Mind Power would mount his stallion of victory and ride into the horizon, triumphant and forever a hero!
*Stares Dramatically*

As you can see, a normal flu wouldn't impose hallucinations either.

So yeah. Trials are less than a month away and I can't look at a block of writing without feeling nauseous. It's great. What annoys me about the whole Trials thing is that on social networking sites like Facebook people update there status with how far they've gotten with studying.

"Omg, like tots revised all the anglish modulzzz <33>

"Every11111 I know howz 2 diff3r3ntiate :O GO ME!"

Like I didn't need a reminder of my imminent failure. And also their imminent failure because anyone who spells differentiate with a 3 is obviously incapable of functioning in the normal world let alone in an exam situation. I think my new mantra will be "Put down the knife, put down the knife, put down the knife".

Well, this has been fun, but I think I need to torture myself further with Chopin and his damn Polish dance. Peace Out.



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