Milk and Honey.

I'm drinking milk and eating bread with creamed honey and butter. The milk is lactose free so that i don't explode in a ball of flaming gas. You know somehow, when you eat bread, milk and honey, life is good.

What inspired this was that nursery rhyme about four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie: there's a line that goes 'the queen was in the parlor eating bread and honey'. In my book there was a charming picture of a fat queen stuffing hunks of honey soaked bread into her mouth with obvious delight. Yah. That's me.

Summer classes have been going okay. Yes this is my guilty-ridden update on my life since i havent been blogging properly in a while. Summer school is pretty hectic. I dont like it much. Especially because i'm taking bio and english at once and reading copious pages of fluff everyday is simply part of my self-afflicted bondage. Ooh. Come to think of it i dreamt i took French in the summer and absolutely sucked at it. Plus a prefect came in during class and told me to stop eating my Ritz biscuits. Apparently i was a prefect too and thus was duly ashamed of my irresponsible and un-exemplary behaviour. I had my bio midterm yesterday (yes, midterms two weeks after school starts. that's summer school.) It was slightly unfair because this is a first year course, and being a second-year-going-on-third-year student, i have been taught almost all these things before and thus got by by studying for three hours just before the midterm at the coffee place. *snicker*.

Ah well. Such is life. Time to go eat Pringles.