I, my friends, am an academic fail. Among other things.

Ya, well, finished the stupid proj, probably gonna get a bad mark because I know it sucked...next time I'll try to do it first thing after school. Ah, hell, it's not gonna happen and we all know that. Nighty night, bloggy.

My Name Is Kathleen And I Am A Procrastinator.

Hey guys, guess what I'm doing this late? A project you say? Kathleen, this seems to be happening a lot lately, don't you ever do your homework? Sadly, the answer is, no. I don't. I mean I do, but usually not until the day it's due or right before we have to hand it in. I get it done, it just turns out not to be that spectacular... :D

Anyway, I have to do this history proj on Canada's industrialization, which happened around 1901, and I have two subtopics to work on, Sudbury and Industrialization itself, woo! 

I think I should do my homework more often. But that shit takes time and time is something I like to spend reading, writing, listening to 80s music and talking to mah mommeh. Well, g'night, see you when I'm done.

try and find me.

Little girl on a street corner
Begging for something to eat
On the inside she's afraid
Of whom she might meet
School boys walking
They used to make her cry
When one day her tears
Ran dry…

Don't leave us on the ground
Why am I lost but never found?
Wipe tears from my eyes
And hear the earth cry
I know you won't mourn for me
Just please,
Set me free

People are dying slowly
These days seem so lonely
Don't know what to do
Don't know what to do
I'm just lost in my own world
Trying to forget ours
'Cause it's not worth remembering

Don't leave me on the ground
I'm just lost but never found
Wipe the tears from my eyes
And hear the earth cry
Why won't you mourn for me?
Please,
Set me free
(Set me free)

Our world is far from immaculate
Why can't I find myself within it?
Help me choose
Help me choose
(Choose, choose, choose)
Will anyone hear me?
Take the pain away!

Take back your perfect world
And don't give me your word
Because you'll break it
I know you will

Don't leave us on the ground
Why am I lost but never found
(Will anyone find me?)
Wipe tears from my eyes
And hear the earth cry
(I'm crying)
I know you won't mourn for me
(Why, oh why?)
Just please,
Set me free

Strapless Bras Are Painful.

Okay, so I'm in this performance of Mulan and I'm allowed to wear a tank top but I can't have bra straps showing, so I'm wearing this tight silky strapless bra that's too lacy to be some sort of article of clothing and it's squishing my chest and my, er, stuff together and it's fricking painful and I feel like after dancing and moving around it's gonna hurt like a bitch in the morning. So, thought I'd share that...:)