so...
oh crap
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
Today I saw,
...a man with a big head and lots of hair. But he had lots of hair for a person with a normal sized head. This guy had a massive head, and so all the hair on his head, just wasn't enough. I debated with myself, in the back of a blue car eating chinese food, whether he had too much hair or not enough hair.
On me, it would be too much hair, but on him, it was not nearly enough.
As I was thinking this, at the bus stop a man was holding his hands out and counting his fingers, he looked angry and was talking to himself. This made me jump a bit, but then I felt relived I was safe in a car. It was like this, stick your right arm straight out, make sure your palm is facing forward, but clenched into a fist. Then put up your index finger and look insanely angry, then add your middle finger and point and talk, then the others etc. Make sure you get and look more and more angry the more you count, then pace around and start over.
I met a girl/lady I met in France before. She has the most amazing laugh I've ever heard. I didn't tell her this though, I sat in the back and listened, laughing quietly. It sounds like a fat old woman trying to be sexy, but it's good.
Moles, exploring lots and lots of moles including my own (but not mostly).
Lots of cigarettes and smoke and rings and ash and hair products and water, all over the floor.
I blew through an ear plug, pierced on an earlobe today, it whistles.
I had a conversation about being spaced out, on a road I hate while drinking hot chocolate out of an unknown owners mug. We decided not to talk about it anymore, in case we couldn't stop talking about it and became mental.
We also talked about friendships getting in the way of other 'ships.' It's a topic people like to pretend isn't there, except for me. I'm the one ending it, people.
I saw Shrek 3 last night, it's good.
I am now bored.
On me, it would be too much hair, but on him, it was not nearly enough.
As I was thinking this, at the bus stop a man was holding his hands out and counting his fingers, he looked angry and was talking to himself. This made me jump a bit, but then I felt relived I was safe in a car. It was like this, stick your right arm straight out, make sure your palm is facing forward, but clenched into a fist. Then put up your index finger and look insanely angry, then add your middle finger and point and talk, then the others etc. Make sure you get and look more and more angry the more you count, then pace around and start over.
I met a girl/lady I met in France before. She has the most amazing laugh I've ever heard. I didn't tell her this though, I sat in the back and listened, laughing quietly. It sounds like a fat old woman trying to be sexy, but it's good.
Moles, exploring lots and lots of moles including my own (but not mostly).
Lots of cigarettes and smoke and rings and ash and hair products and water, all over the floor.
I blew through an ear plug, pierced on an earlobe today, it whistles.
I had a conversation about being spaced out, on a road I hate while drinking hot chocolate out of an unknown owners mug. We decided not to talk about it anymore, in case we couldn't stop talking about it and became mental.
We also talked about friendships getting in the way of other 'ships.' It's a topic people like to pretend isn't there, except for me. I'm the one ending it, people.
I saw Shrek 3 last night, it's good.
I am now bored.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Keanu, call me! Call me on my mobile.
Today was possibly the best day ever. I woke up feeling like crap-but happy that i slept.
My uncle told me how to make a drink that would help my cold, and after grating up half a 'thing' of ginger, boiling it, adding honey and lemon and then swigging it, I screamed "bleugh" to an empty house, but with a noticeably clearer voice and nose.
I tried to drink more, but it was torture to my throat (am very grateful I cannot taste)
I then travelled back to university, for some reason, where my phone didnt stop ringing, and of course, went unanswered.I then felt bad and called some girls back and then spent the next half hour trying to remember where I was and feeling dazed.
We went to see AN AMAZING house, where I rummaged through their kitchen, ate yogurt as we were being shown around, and took pictures of the massive amounts of tea they had. Seriously it was unreal, only 4 girls in the house and boxes upon boxes of different brands and flavours and types.
We sat at the side of the road while everyone except me discussed stuff . I got bored and lay in the road and ate more. We got the house, and I have a massive room downstairs that is RAD. It could fit about 3 beds in there, and it's mine, alllllll mine.
blah went back to orpington, where for the whole journey from waterloo east to orp, i stood at a door with my face pushed up against the glass. I didnt notice until people at 3 different stops were staring at me, and then the door opened.
The youth/teens were at le chapel in orp, so I walked past, saw my mum and screamed "mother" as best as I could in my croaky breaking voice. Too lazy to walk home alone, I lay on the grass outside reading and watching my mum play rounders with other girls, which was quite weird, and I felt a bit jealous, but it was funny.
Some boys came outside to talk to me, play with my hair and terrorise me and then got me to play dodge ball.
My mum and I went outside and played basketball outside for a while, whilst discussing my brothers fame (hilarious, people have been playing his songs on their phones and his friends have been asked if they know him, and all they do is point and people expect a tall blick guy with a knife (james taught me what blick means)) and the technics of girls.
James walked part of the way home with my mum and I, and then decided to get a bus. We all bet that he wouldn't get on, and as he went past in the bus a little while later, he called us losers from the top.
I was very talkative, though I've totally lost my voice and just talk in a croak now. At one point was telling my mum every little detail about an argument I had with a bus driver and how anger mademe face the passengers and make a fool of myself and him, when my foot went right through a drain. A car stopped and laughed. It killed and I think I twisted my ankle but I pretended everything was fine. Then at the side of the road, we noticed a menacing figure, who we later recognised as my brother, who walked down the rest of the road with us, calling me a gay rat, my mum a 14 yr old and spitting. Constantly spitting. I told stories of back in the day when James and I used to spend every minute together and how we played with spit,
(like the time we played "spit" and he started feeling sick, and went downstairs and i hung over the balcony and said his name, and when he looked up I spat right in his eye and he cried so hard, and I nearly threw up from how obviously funny it is/was. ahhhhaha)
My mum told us about birthday cakes and James interrupeted everything we said to insult us, so at the end we were all laughing.
The best part was lying on the grass by myself. Havent felt that relaxed for a while. Though it was slowly getting wetter and wetter and I was being eaten by bugs. But it was still good. A woman who I thought hated me was even overly nice to me.
And then Carol came, my oldest friend, and lay on my lap while I stroked her hair.
mmmmm delish
P.S. there was a time when anielia james and i were all fighting. I have no idea why, but we were either all against each other or they were both against me. Anyway I kicked James pretty hard in the nuts, upstairs in le landing, he cried, clutched at it, and then jumped down every individual step, giving a little scream on every step he reached and sobs inbetween. My sister and I went from angry, to shocked, to questioning, to dying with laughter.
When James reached the bottom, he gave one last little cry, and then flung himself off the last step, and somehow landed on his side, still clutching at himself and slid towards the front door.
The image kills me.
When the fight was over, nothing was solved. But nothing mattered.
My uncle told me how to make a drink that would help my cold, and after grating up half a 'thing' of ginger, boiling it, adding honey and lemon and then swigging it, I screamed "bleugh" to an empty house, but with a noticeably clearer voice and nose.
I tried to drink more, but it was torture to my throat (am very grateful I cannot taste)
I then travelled back to university, for some reason, where my phone didnt stop ringing, and of course, went unanswered.I then felt bad and called some girls back and then spent the next half hour trying to remember where I was and feeling dazed.
We went to see AN AMAZING house, where I rummaged through their kitchen, ate yogurt as we were being shown around, and took pictures of the massive amounts of tea they had. Seriously it was unreal, only 4 girls in the house and boxes upon boxes of different brands and flavours and types.
We sat at the side of the road while everyone except me discussed stuff . I got bored and lay in the road and ate more. We got the house, and I have a massive room downstairs that is RAD. It could fit about 3 beds in there, and it's mine, alllllll mine.
blah went back to orpington, where for the whole journey from waterloo east to orp, i stood at a door with my face pushed up against the glass. I didnt notice until people at 3 different stops were staring at me, and then the door opened.
The youth/teens were at le chapel in orp, so I walked past, saw my mum and screamed "mother" as best as I could in my croaky breaking voice. Too lazy to walk home alone, I lay on the grass outside reading and watching my mum play rounders with other girls, which was quite weird, and I felt a bit jealous, but it was funny.
Some boys came outside to talk to me, play with my hair and terrorise me and then got me to play dodge ball.
My mum and I went outside and played basketball outside for a while, whilst discussing my brothers fame (hilarious, people have been playing his songs on their phones and his friends have been asked if they know him, and all they do is point and people expect a tall blick guy with a knife (james taught me what blick means)) and the technics of girls.
James walked part of the way home with my mum and I, and then decided to get a bus. We all bet that he wouldn't get on, and as he went past in the bus a little while later, he called us losers from the top.
I was very talkative, though I've totally lost my voice and just talk in a croak now. At one point was telling my mum every little detail about an argument I had with a bus driver and how anger mademe face the passengers and make a fool of myself and him, when my foot went right through a drain. A car stopped and laughed. It killed and I think I twisted my ankle but I pretended everything was fine. Then at the side of the road, we noticed a menacing figure, who we later recognised as my brother, who walked down the rest of the road with us, calling me a gay rat, my mum a 14 yr old and spitting. Constantly spitting. I told stories of back in the day when James and I used to spend every minute together and how we played with spit,
(like the time we played "spit" and he started feeling sick, and went downstairs and i hung over the balcony and said his name, and when he looked up I spat right in his eye and he cried so hard, and I nearly threw up from how obviously funny it is/was. ahhhhaha)
My mum told us about birthday cakes and James interrupeted everything we said to insult us, so at the end we were all laughing.
The best part was lying on the grass by myself. Havent felt that relaxed for a while. Though it was slowly getting wetter and wetter and I was being eaten by bugs. But it was still good. A woman who I thought hated me was even overly nice to me.
And then Carol came, my oldest friend, and lay on my lap while I stroked her hair.
mmmmm delish
P.S. there was a time when anielia james and i were all fighting. I have no idea why, but we were either all against each other or they were both against me. Anyway I kicked James pretty hard in the nuts, upstairs in le landing, he cried, clutched at it, and then jumped down every individual step, giving a little scream on every step he reached and sobs inbetween. My sister and I went from angry, to shocked, to questioning, to dying with laughter.
When James reached the bottom, he gave one last little cry, and then flung himself off the last step, and somehow landed on his side, still clutching at himself and slid towards the front door.
The image kills me.
When the fight was over, nothing was solved. But nothing mattered.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Motion City Soundtrack-When You're Around
Ive signed up to The Raelian Movement. Mostly so I could download the free PDF's and read their stuff.
http://www.rael.net/rael_content/index.php
I dont even know how I found it. I think I was looking at stuff to do with Peaches and stumbled on it. It seems weird, but I guess plenty of people believe in this stuff so might as well find out about it.
I had a really good day today, but it all seems weird. I've worked out that more or less, its been over 30 something hours since I've last napped or slept.
It's affecting my moods. Right now, I feel pissed off, sad and something else. (I dont know what.) I can't even yawn. I feel more silent than usual.
This girl Sophia I've met recently, keeps calling me. Over and over again each day. She's fun and interesting-but it just makes me nervous that the first impression she got of me was a good one, when all I was doing was screaming down the road in our student village. She doesnt even go to our uni.
Anyway so I went out with her last night. I've felt like utter crap the last few days and thought I was going to be ill yesterday day. I cancelled but then decided to go again.
We had a really good time though, and because of her job ended up talking to a lot of people. Was mostly fun but it was terrifying when some guy asked me for my number and wouldnt let me go. I then said
"I dont have a number" even though my phone was sticking out a pocket. So he asked for an address. I was terrified and he looked insane but for some reason I was really rude and then walked off.
Sophia gave me free red bull and coke all night and we ended up going more places. She dropped me home when she saw me shaking. Good sign.
So I went back to my accomodation where my housemates were eating my food. In front of them I emptied my cupboard of their crap and put it in the sink.
(This morning they put it all back, so i threw away all their beer and scrunched up their bread-they even ate all my cheese, i hadnt even opened it, and I might not have ever, but still-thieves.) The small revenge made me feel reeeaaaaalll good, not pathetic at all.
Ah Im getting bored of this, anyway so on sunday night I was EXHAUSTED. I trekked back to my accomodation in a skanky cold bus and literally ran to my room. ALL NIGHT my neighbour was up gagging/hairballing and stomping round his room. i gave up trying to sleep and just read crap instead. At about 4am, I heard the girl who lives under me storm up our stairs and bang on his door,
"IAN, can you just shut up? What the hell are you doing? Its been four hours, theres no where to walk in your room why are you stamping blah blah blah"-I cant stand either of them, so I laughed, moderately loudly. All he said inbetween was "sowwy, sowwy."
So thats why Ive slept less than usual, this is boring, you are boring, your feet are boring.
AGH theres nothing to do, we dont even buy sleeping pills in this house.
Cant even stay on the computer cos the left side of my head is KILLING me.
good.
http://www.rael.net/rael_content/index.php
I dont even know how I found it. I think I was looking at stuff to do with Peaches and stumbled on it. It seems weird, but I guess plenty of people believe in this stuff so might as well find out about it.
I had a really good day today, but it all seems weird. I've worked out that more or less, its been over 30 something hours since I've last napped or slept.
It's affecting my moods. Right now, I feel pissed off, sad and something else. (I dont know what.) I can't even yawn. I feel more silent than usual.
This girl Sophia I've met recently, keeps calling me. Over and over again each day. She's fun and interesting-but it just makes me nervous that the first impression she got of me was a good one, when all I was doing was screaming down the road in our student village. She doesnt even go to our uni.
Anyway so I went out with her last night. I've felt like utter crap the last few days and thought I was going to be ill yesterday day. I cancelled but then decided to go again.
We had a really good time though, and because of her job ended up talking to a lot of people. Was mostly fun but it was terrifying when some guy asked me for my number and wouldnt let me go. I then said
"I dont have a number" even though my phone was sticking out a pocket. So he asked for an address. I was terrified and he looked insane but for some reason I was really rude and then walked off.
Sophia gave me free red bull and coke all night and we ended up going more places. She dropped me home when she saw me shaking. Good sign.
So I went back to my accomodation where my housemates were eating my food. In front of them I emptied my cupboard of their crap and put it in the sink.
(This morning they put it all back, so i threw away all their beer and scrunched up their bread-they even ate all my cheese, i hadnt even opened it, and I might not have ever, but still-thieves.) The small revenge made me feel reeeaaaaalll good, not pathetic at all.
Ah Im getting bored of this, anyway so on sunday night I was EXHAUSTED. I trekked back to my accomodation in a skanky cold bus and literally ran to my room. ALL NIGHT my neighbour was up gagging/hairballing and stomping round his room. i gave up trying to sleep and just read crap instead. At about 4am, I heard the girl who lives under me storm up our stairs and bang on his door,
"IAN, can you just shut up? What the hell are you doing? Its been four hours, theres no where to walk in your room why are you stamping blah blah blah"-I cant stand either of them, so I laughed, moderately loudly. All he said inbetween was "sowwy, sowwy."
So thats why Ive slept less than usual, this is boring, you are boring, your feet are boring.
AGH theres nothing to do, we dont even buy sleeping pills in this house.
Cant even stay on the computer cos the left side of my head is KILLING me.
good.
Monday, May 07, 2007
how 'bout up in the library on top of books, but you can't be too loud.
I am so bored. Also someone keeps ringalinging on my phone, but I guess it's not too annoying as I'm not tired or even ready for bed.
He rang me twice, earlier and I missed the calls (the guy who said we needed to talk) then i texted him saying "so...you called. what do you want to talk about?" I got no reply until I got a call at 1.30. So i answered and he hung up. Then he sent messages saying he needed to talk, but oh no, its fine now, it was a big deal but it isn't any more. The thing is, i know this is just an attention thing, but I cant find enough fakeness in me to pretend I care and text/call back.
I feel quite bitter today. But when I went out, out of choice it wasn't there at all.
I feel very bitter at one person in particular, who I know, knows. But instead of asking me about it, he'll either ignore it, or ask me questions that he knows infuriates me.
I still haven't applied for my student loan. Ive lost my art id number and I'm too proud to ask for help.
Also the house I was meant to move into next year has fallen through, my friend is still trying to save it, but essentially we are screwed, especially seeing as I need to move out by the beginning of June and have no idea how thats going to happen.
'Luckily' two girls I know who wanted to live with us have included us in their plans next year.
Today, I got on 3 buses. On all of them I felt angry. On the last one I took the little bus ticket and wrote a note to the next person that would sit there, letting them know how scared and disgusted I was at the person sitting in front of me.
2 strangers were nice today, which is 2 more than usual and at the times I needed it too. But ever since the day I went to Oxford street-I have felt intense anger for every look I get thats a little bit too long.
(In Oxford street I was walking along with friends, minding my own damn business, when some guy grabbed my shoulder and tried to lick my ear. It would have been hilarious if I hadnt felt so sick. He also made a horrible sound. I shouted at him and he smiled...as if it turned me on and I was considering being his girlfriend or something. Sophie 'hugged' my face(basically suffocated me) so I'd stop shouting and not go through with my threat of chasing him and kicking him in the balls.)
Sophie makes the noise he made every week, I havent told her, but every time she does it I almost gag.
alright, it's actually about 3 am, I'm still bored, but that is all.
Honestly,
somehow, it always seems that ,
I'm dreaming, of something I can never be
It doesn't bother me,
'cause I will always be
the pimp that I see
in all of my fantasies.
He rang me twice, earlier and I missed the calls (the guy who said we needed to talk) then i texted him saying "so...you called. what do you want to talk about?" I got no reply until I got a call at 1.30. So i answered and he hung up. Then he sent messages saying he needed to talk, but oh no, its fine now, it was a big deal but it isn't any more. The thing is, i know this is just an attention thing, but I cant find enough fakeness in me to pretend I care and text/call back.
I feel quite bitter today. But when I went out, out of choice it wasn't there at all.
I feel very bitter at one person in particular, who I know, knows. But instead of asking me about it, he'll either ignore it, or ask me questions that he knows infuriates me.
I still haven't applied for my student loan. Ive lost my art id number and I'm too proud to ask for help.
Also the house I was meant to move into next year has fallen through, my friend is still trying to save it, but essentially we are screwed, especially seeing as I need to move out by the beginning of June and have no idea how thats going to happen.
'Luckily' two girls I know who wanted to live with us have included us in their plans next year.
Today, I got on 3 buses. On all of them I felt angry. On the last one I took the little bus ticket and wrote a note to the next person that would sit there, letting them know how scared and disgusted I was at the person sitting in front of me.
2 strangers were nice today, which is 2 more than usual and at the times I needed it too. But ever since the day I went to Oxford street-I have felt intense anger for every look I get thats a little bit too long.
(In Oxford street I was walking along with friends, minding my own damn business, when some guy grabbed my shoulder and tried to lick my ear. It would have been hilarious if I hadnt felt so sick. He also made a horrible sound. I shouted at him and he smiled...as if it turned me on and I was considering being his girlfriend or something. Sophie 'hugged' my face(basically suffocated me) so I'd stop shouting and not go through with my threat of chasing him and kicking him in the balls.)
Sophie makes the noise he made every week, I havent told her, but every time she does it I almost gag.
alright, it's actually about 3 am, I'm still bored, but that is all.
Honestly,somehow, it always seems that ,
I'm dreaming, of something I can never be
It doesn't bother me,
'cause I will always be
the pimp that I see
in all of my fantasies.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
also
How come i know so many people, that when youre nice and normal to them, suddenly they pretend something has happened and "oh i just cannot look at you anymore etc." So you try and find out what you've done wrong and maybe give up.
Then, THEN, when you start giving them bitchy comments and generally cant be bothered to look at them, theyre your best friend again.
i JUST dont get it.
Its happened 3 times this week, 1 girl and 2 guys.
One is an 'ex'
"what are you doing tonight?"
"probably picking the nail varnish off my toes, i dunno."
I used to love the colour orange too, what a shame
Then, THEN, when you start giving them bitchy comments and generally cant be bothered to look at them, theyre your best friend again.
i JUST dont get it.
Its happened 3 times this week, 1 girl and 2 guys.
One is an 'ex'
"what are you doing tonight?"
"probably picking the nail varnish off my toes, i dunno."
I used to love the colour orange too, what a shame
"Im sorry, no" "oh come on! you must fancy me, Im INDIAN"
I got a text saying, "we need to talk" last night.
Luckily the sister of the person who needed to talk to me never got a hint and I was never left alone. The two did walk me home from church though, and i spent the whole time in a constant unwanted hug with someone dressed in bright yellow while someone dressed in a bright orange suit listened to us behind.
I was also asked by someone today to go and talk to some dude who was just talking to old women.
"Ooohh, what? But he looks happy alone." then after loads of persuasion, "look, i really... i really dont like talking to people anymore, ok?" So the girl next to me was forced his way instead.
I've got a lot of unwanted disgust for people my age, the only people i chose to talk to were all above 28, except for one 16 yr old.
Now I'm recording my voice for some company, sounding like a retard trying to say,
6 more presentations to record from 13. At least this counts as good work experience for my radio journalism degree.
My last week of my first year is coming to an end, it is kind of sad, and I had a good room, but my friends are gonna be there next year and so is everything else. I just wish the next 2 years would kind of hurry up (apart from the good parts)
Ive just spent hours on postsecret, i cant answer my mobile, sorrryy
Luckily the sister of the person who needed to talk to me never got a hint and I was never left alone. The two did walk me home from church though, and i spent the whole time in a constant unwanted hug with someone dressed in bright yellow while someone dressed in a bright orange suit listened to us behind.
I was also asked by someone today to go and talk to some dude who was just talking to old women.
"Ooohh, what? But he looks happy alone." then after loads of persuasion, "look, i really... i really dont like talking to people anymore, ok?" So the girl next to me was forced his way instead.
I've got a lot of unwanted disgust for people my age, the only people i chose to talk to were all above 28, except for one 16 yr old.
Now I'm recording my voice for some company, sounding like a retard trying to say,
Gastroenterology
I dont even know what it means, but after 2 minutes of practise and 6 botched recordings, "gas-trontalalalaargghhhh" I finally got it right.6 more presentations to record from 13. At least this counts as good work experience for my radio journalism degree.
My last week of my first year is coming to an end, it is kind of sad, and I had a good room, but my friends are gonna be there next year and so is everything else. I just wish the next 2 years would kind of hurry up (apart from the good parts)
Ive just spent hours on postsecret, i cant answer my mobile, sorrryy
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
huh?
I don't even remember writing that last post.
I have 2500 words, a feature, a newspaper page, copy stories and a live interview to do for Friday and pass Shorthand by tomorrow.
I'm not too worried. We were only assigned the essay last wednesday-it's only 2500 words and we've probably all already passed the year anyway so I'm not sure why my friends are losing sleep and food over it.
Meanwhile my sleep is still there and then not there. Last night I got a call at half 3. Just happened to be wide awake, said hello and they hung up. My phone is rubbish, people say they try and call me, but when i look on my phone no missed calls and full reception, stupid.
I got the call just a moment ago then, I guess I expected it but was still a shock. Did appreciate it though (if they see this will probably hate me writing that.)
Back to uni tomorrow after quite a good, exhausting and then relaxing and fun week.
My last real week at uni basically and soo much work to do.
So instead, Ive been reading achewood, quite good-but in the end not enough to keep me stuck to my computer.
I had a horrible experience with an egg and albumin earlier today- if i talk about it, I'll be ill.
My uncle came home from Canada today, which has just added to my excitement of going in just over 2 months.
if u dnt mind me askin (only if u dnt).........
.........wot race r u?
nah course i dont mind
i'll tell u mine lol
is that an offensive question? pah
hmmm hmmm hmmm,
soo many plans, so little time.
wasting my time composing a rhyme.
I cant wait to move out of my accomodation, my landlord told me I can have any pet I want, but I feel a cat is a step too far, so Im getting a hamster, and maybe a fish, and anything else i can afford. Though the hamster will get more attention, and food.
Can fishes overdose on food? That would be a fun experiment.
Should probably pretend I'm going to get some sleep.
Oh yeah and an update, the girl that caused me so much rage-continued to be a bitch for ages. I decided to just leave it until she mentioned something to my friend. I then just said to her something about what went wrong, and last friday, who's there sucking my feet?
you knows it bitch
I have 2500 words, a feature, a newspaper page, copy stories and a live interview to do for Friday and pass Shorthand by tomorrow.
I'm not too worried. We were only assigned the essay last wednesday-it's only 2500 words and we've probably all already passed the year anyway so I'm not sure why my friends are losing sleep and food over it.
Meanwhile my sleep is still there and then not there. Last night I got a call at half 3. Just happened to be wide awake, said hello and they hung up. My phone is rubbish, people say they try and call me, but when i look on my phone no missed calls and full reception, stupid.
I got the call just a moment ago then, I guess I expected it but was still a shock. Did appreciate it though (if they see this will probably hate me writing that.)
Back to uni tomorrow after quite a good, exhausting and then relaxing and fun week.
My last real week at uni basically and soo much work to do.
So instead, Ive been reading achewood, quite good-but in the end not enough to keep me stuck to my computer.
I had a horrible experience with an egg and albumin earlier today- if i talk about it, I'll be ill.
My uncle came home from Canada today, which has just added to my excitement of going in just over 2 months.
if u dnt mind me askin (only if u dnt).........
.........wot race r u?
nah course i dont mind
i'll tell u mine lol
is that an offensive question? pah
hmmm hmmm hmmm,
soo many plans, so little time.
wasting my time composing a rhyme.
I cant wait to move out of my accomodation, my landlord told me I can have any pet I want, but I feel a cat is a step too far, so Im getting a hamster, and maybe a fish, and anything else i can afford. Though the hamster will get more attention, and food.
Can fishes overdose on food? That would be a fun experiment.
Should probably pretend I'm going to get some sleep.
Oh yeah and an update, the girl that caused me so much rage-continued to be a bitch for ages. I decided to just leave it until she mentioned something to my friend. I then just said to her something about what went wrong, and last friday, who's there sucking my feet?
you knows it bitch
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