latha math a bhalaich

Fhuair mi naidheachd an-de a bha fior thaitneach. Fhuair mi ceum aig a' chiad ire le urram bhon Oilthigh. Agus a-nis tha mi cho sunndach nach urrainn dhomh cail a radh, gu dearbh, 's e latha math dhomhs a th'ann agus latha math cuideachd dhan a' chinne-daonna, heehee. Fhuair na daoine eile sa chlas 2;1 an urra. Nach math sin.

Ach, airson cuimhne a thoirt dhaibh nach eil beatha sona aig a h-uile duine, seo dan muladach;

First-born evil that I bore
The curse of Satan's envoy
The sickness that spread with touch
My misery should be employed
A depression-mill to furnish me
As a useful member of the world
My tears will turn the greatest wheel
That she ever saw, my banner furled
Lies upon the breast that others caress
Just to drive me madder
The envy that goads my rages
Speaks murder her grow sadder
But I who've blasted all from high
Still clamour for their solitude
So I can find my god's reward
A suicide in rectitude

Ho Ho Ho, Nollaig a' tighinn trath, tioraidh,
Daibhidh