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caramelsilver) wrote2010-05-20 06:10 pm
caramelsilver) wrote2010-05-20 06:10 pm
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Drowning in school work!
There's three weeks left of school, and suddenly I got a buttload of work to do. Yesterday I got the offer to try and change my English grade from a 5 to a 6; which I of course took. So now I'm making a presentation about the UK General Election. I think I'm doing ok, but I'm performing it tomorrow, so I'm real nervous.
Then there's a rapport about the school trip we went on last week, that has to be done by tomorrow evening as well.
On Wednesday I have to turn in an essay about death and my view of it. (Tell me: Are you afraid of dying? What do you think happens afterwards? Do you think of death often? Please help me!!)
I also have the end of term exam in English on Wednesday as well. So I'm going to be happy when Thursday rolls around next week.
Don't expect to see me around.
Here's a short ficlet I wrote on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic the other day:
Charmed, Chris Halliwell, pathological liar
Here, in this time, in this world, (because it feels like another world,) truth has no place for Chris. The truth becomes hard to tell. A lie is so much simpler.
Even just the simple stuff. Piper once asked him if he liked oatmeal cookies, he said that yes, he loved them, even though he had loudly proclaimed them to be the spawn of Satan all through his life.
When one lie after the other slips past his lips, as easy as orbing, he doesn't know what to think.
Why does he keep doing that? There is only one lie that he needs to tell, he needs to keep his identity, and the reason to why he is here, hidden. Everything else should be allowed, right? They don't know him. They don't know he's going to ever exist. What does it matter if Piper knows his favorite kind of cookie? It's not like she can recognize him based on that. Not like she can recognize him based on any of those small facts that makes up Chris, because she doesn't know him yet.
Deep inside he knows the answer, he just doesn't want to admit it. One truth might lead to another one, and he's never been good at lying to his mother in the first place. Why risk it. And the lies doesn't hurt her; she doesn't know yet that they should.
Then there's a rapport about the school trip we went on last week, that has to be done by tomorrow evening as well.
On Wednesday I have to turn in an essay about death and my view of it. (Tell me: Are you afraid of dying? What do you think happens afterwards? Do you think of death often? Please help me!!)
I also have the end of term exam in English on Wednesday as well. So I'm going to be happy when Thursday rolls around next week.
Don't expect to see me around.
Here's a short ficlet I wrote on
comment_fic the other day:Charmed, Chris Halliwell, pathological liar
Here, in this time, in this world, (because it feels like another world,) truth has no place for Chris. The truth becomes hard to tell. A lie is so much simpler.
Even just the simple stuff. Piper once asked him if he liked oatmeal cookies, he said that yes, he loved them, even though he had loudly proclaimed them to be the spawn of Satan all through his life.
When one lie after the other slips past his lips, as easy as orbing, he doesn't know what to think.
Why does he keep doing that? There is only one lie that he needs to tell, he needs to keep his identity, and the reason to why he is here, hidden. Everything else should be allowed, right? They don't know him. They don't know he's going to ever exist. What does it matter if Piper knows his favorite kind of cookie? It's not like she can recognize him based on that. Not like she can recognize him based on any of those small facts that makes up Chris, because she doesn't know him yet.
Deep inside he knows the answer, he just doesn't want to admit it. One truth might lead to another one, and he's never been good at lying to his mother in the first place. Why risk it. And the lies doesn't hurt her; she doesn't know yet that they should.