Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
The think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I am woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenally woman,
That's me.
I walk in into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
The swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
The flash of my teeth,
The swing of my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I am woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenally woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I am woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenally woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud
I say,
It's in click in my heels,
The bend of my hair,
The palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenally woman,
That's me.
Maya Angelou
Note: Diagnosis has not been confirmed by doctors and certain fun-killers might consider my life threatening illness to be the flu.
I had my immunology and parasitology exam on Wednesday. The night before I studied til some ungodly hour of the morning and then had a mini freak out so I played a silly little internet game and before I knew it the clock announced it was almost 4am. Cue my second mini spaz attack after which I went to bed for a whole hour of sleep. Unfortunately it was then that my crazy crack smoking brain decided to have a life crisis moment. For those of you who don't know what a life crisis moment is, it's when you suddenly think to yourself; What am I doing with my life? Where am I going? Do I want to be going there? If I don't want this then what the hell do I want? And the questions keep on flowing. I lay in bed tossing and turning and punching my pillow and rearranging the blankets and all the while I kept interupting my brain to ask; "Seriously, do we have to do this now?!" In the end I'm not sure if I actually slept or not but before I knew my alarm was telling me that it was 5am and it was time to get the hell up and study some more. So I did and in the end the exam wasn't as bad as I expected it to be though in saying that it was in no way good. Afterwards I went home and lay down for a nap at 2pm that lasted until 10am then next this morning. I didn't resolve my crisis at all so I've still got a bunch of unanswered questions.
Do I want to be at Uni?
Considering the likelyhood that I'll fail yet another unit (or 2) is it worth staying at uni?
If I defered would I come back?
If I didn't come back would I one day regret it?
Why can't I ever just stop being lazy and stupid and study more?
Maybe I'm just not uni material, maybe I'm just not smart enough?
Is not being smart enough a bad thing?
How the hell do I explain this to my judgemental unapproving father whose validation I desparately seek?
Whats wrong with me?
Why can't I ever get anything right?
Will I ever get something right?
Sleep is way cooler when you don't wake up every 5 seconds. Stupid exams!
PS> I don't actually hate you. I'm just grumpy
