But you can skip. I can't. I mean, I'm allowed to skip next Wednesday, but no time before that, unlike my brother who somehow was able to leave school three hours early. *shakes head*
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world. — Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah
