Woe is me.

Woe is the time when your fingers freeze up before your about to play.
Woe is the forgetting of lines in front of a silent audience.
Woe is forgetting music in front of an evil examiner.
Woe is looking like an egg trying to dance.
Woe is life on fast forward.
Woe is me.

by Shrub

Okay, backtrack.

tonights the last night before Judgement Day(s). 3 to be exact.

tomorrow night i have my eisteddfod. the day after is the PE dance assessment that isn't finished. The day after that is my piano exam.

So here i am. listening to teenage angst from Simple Plan and Killing Heidi. It's giving me a headache.

These are the last words of Shrub (for a while i predict) so take heed:

If the going gets tough...fake a seizure