these last two days

have been hell. I'm bored in almost every class. I'm bored in break time. I'm bored during lunch.
english class is the worst. my whole table is deserted. it's basically left with Ibrahim and I. but even we don't see there because it's just too pathetic and lonely. not that sitting at the back here's better. cause it's not.

if you haven't guessed, I'm actually in english class right now. <sarcasm>being very productive.</sarcasm> we've been asked to look at song lyrics and treat them as poems. after awhile, we're gonna share what we find and have a mini oral commentary. it's supposed to be completely voluntary. hah. good luck finding someone who's bothered. I'm not.

I can't fix myself on one song. I want to do little parts of different songs. not the entire song itself. some of them are just really inappropriate, though. for example...

"I can't get myself off the couch
I don't wanna talk to anyone else
And I don't know which way to go
Everytime you leave this house, everything falls apart

I lost my job
I miss my mom
I wish my cat could talk
Everytime you leave this house, everything falls apart

Well, I don't love you, and I don't hate you
I don't know how I feel
Well, I don't love you, but I don't hate you
I don't know how I feel
I don't know how I feel
I don't know how I feel

And nothing makes me happy
Not even tv or a bunch of weed
Everytime you leave this house, everything falls apart

And everytime you go away, I feel like I could cry
But I would never really cry because you're the worse at goodbyes
you're the worse at goodbyes
you're the worse at goodbyes
goodbyes, at goodbyes
goodbyes, at goodbyes
goodbyes, at goodbyes"


Then I have more sentimental ones like, 

"Crack the shutters open wide, I wanna bathe you in the light of day
And just watch you as the rays tangle up around your face and body
I could sit for hours finding new ways to be awed each minute
Cuz' the daylight seems to want you just as much as I want you"
  
And...

"Stop and wait a sec,
Oh when you look at me like that my darling,
What did you expect,
I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck,
Or I did last time I checked,

Not shy of a spark,
A knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark,
Frightened by the bite though its no harsher than the bark,
Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start"

But in all honesty, I haven't found anything I'd present in front of the class. And I'm so hungry.