Ah well... alls well that ends well as they say.
After a month or so of just plan wondering and worried, Leon has finally found a prawn. Lobsters come later silly. And the irony is that this prawn was a fellow seaweed all this while....
So anyways... homework overload as usual. Worse still is the wonky stuff the shitheads at scouts have been throwing at me. Just talked to russell today... the poor guy is so stressed and depressed. Bad enough he got rejected, he still has to put on his leadership mask tomorrow and sort out everyone's else's problems while the most pressing ones are in his heart. I‚„‚�‚ŽúV‚”‚…‚Ž‚–‚™�@‚™‚�‚•�@‚’‚•‚“‚“‚…‚Œ�D�D�D�@‚‚‚•‚”�@my heart goes out for you. The role of a leader is a lonely and forsaken one... everyone takes you for-grated and no one appreciates you.
Ah wells. A little more poetry for the straggly few who actually bother reading this. Its an older piece, but always my fav.
There is such beauty in a rose,
So let us a moment suppose,
That it was crumbled in my hand�G
Like a stone now turn to sand.
Unlike minutes that make an hour,
Many petals do not make a flower.
After a month or so of just plan wondering and worried, Leon has finally found a prawn. Lobsters come later silly. And the irony is that this prawn was a fellow seaweed all this while....
So anyways... homework overload as usual. Worse still is the wonky stuff the shitheads at scouts have been throwing at me. Just talked to russell today... the poor guy is so stressed and depressed. Bad enough he got rejected, he still has to put on his leadership mask tomorrow and sort out everyone's else's problems while the most pressing ones are in his heart. I‚„‚�‚ŽúV‚”‚…‚Ž‚–‚™�@‚™‚�‚•�@‚’‚•‚“‚“‚…‚Œ�D�D�D�@‚‚‚•‚”�@my heart goes out for you. The role of a leader is a lonely and forsaken one... everyone takes you for-grated and no one appreciates you.
Ah wells. A little more poetry for the straggly few who actually bother reading this. Its an older piece, but always my fav.
There is such beauty in a rose,
So let us a moment suppose,
That it was crumbled in my hand�G
Like a stone now turn to sand.
Unlike minutes that make an hour,
Many petals do not make a flower.