OH DRATS!

ADIOS PSYCHOLOGY!

i quite believe that i would get a 0 for the essay segment. let's analyse why:

1) everybody was tap-tap-tapping away on their keyboards, obviously in the midst of creating novels about the wonders of psychology.

everybody but ME.

i had no thoughts flowing through my CEREBRAL CORTEX whatsoever (is it the cerebral cortex?), and i had no real idea what i was going to talk about in my essay. in fact, i was very tempted to make a huge joke out of it.

...........

i lost my train of thought because of a minor distraction. will continue later.















i changed my mind. forget about psycho, im going to channel my energy into something wholly constructive, like PREPARING FOR VALENCIA VS ESPANYOL!

i know i know, im always acting like im a part of the team.

so we're playing at home (there i go again, like the stadium is perched on my rooftop). the mestalla hasnt been the most wondrous of places of late, so i fear we might lose to espanyol.

(when i think of espanyol, i would always think of the paella i ate in their cafeteria. oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...)

ahem. but anyway. valencia should win tonight, if moretti keeps his legs within a certain boundary and stops scoring own goals.






im tired. but i dont want to go to bed. even though i gotta get up at 6 tomor.

OH MY WORD I GOTTA GET UP AT 6 TOMOR.

i had better go then. hasta la vista, baby!




somehow it doesnt sound as cool when i say it.



signed,

sincerely, me

pearlyn SILVA.