these prunes are made for dancin

Never expect sympathy when you involuntarily sob your heart during your exam period, people just expect your outbursts because 'you've got exams, you're bound to be upset' rather than the fact that your tear ducts deceive you and your emotions by releasing a torrent of tears despite contetnness and self-pride.

That sentence was a bit newfangled, I hereby promise never to type that much in one uterance ever again.

And to chew my food better.

I'll look quite pensive and mysterious. May the marriage proposals roll in...