mood: chilled
music: come again, sweet love!
CPCetc: i likes da colours. they pretty.
music: come again, sweet love!
CPCetc: i likes da colours. they pretty.
I wish I was just a smidgen more naïve so that I didn't feel I had to go to uni. Because it doesn't seem nearly as worth it as it ought to. I mean, I'm going to starve my whole life anyway, right? Doesn't uni just delay the inevitable?
Nobody freak out and lecture me: I'm still going. Someone in my family has to.
No Harry Potter for Kiri (alas!). 'Course, this means I'll just have to go with Auntie M et al and drag along Marion, that way I have someone who can appreciate my irritation for the squelching noises in the back row that were formally my cousin and her fiancé. *shudders*
I'm torn in my opinion of PDAs. While I believe it is the right of the individual to express himself however he desires, I really get pissy at couples that canoodle in the theatre. And practically walking in on Chris-n-Justine snogging was more than a little uncomfortable, despite the fact that Christie was there.
Spent a gratuitous time on the phone with Bozarth last night. He's a funny kid.
I might have some quality time with Sarah this weekend. I admitted my guilty desire of thematic proportions and she assured she would escort me so I wouldn't feel like such a nancy. That ought to be hellzah fun. Sarah usually is. And we can giggle girlishly and make wise-cracks as much as we like.
...Trust me: if you are in B-Town, you probably don't want to join. For you do not know the guilt I feel at this desire. I'm practically drowning in it.
I really want some coffee.

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