The deafening silence and the constant clicking of your pen is strangely comforting at late, thought filled nights. Oh and so is the habitual midnight ice cream binge-ing. Woohoo. Flavour of the week is Caramel Macademia. Favourite.
I've still got another gp essay to write on the nature of self absorbed young sporeans. Oh how thrilling. My nose feels like its going to drop and so does my head. Reminds me of the musician who had the fear of his head dropping. Ahh, flusuckxzxttm@hotmail.com. ): I'm like a walking viral plague with a dettol hand sanitizer.

Sometimes we have really high expectations for ourselves. Expectations of yourself and others especially, where virtues are concerned. Expectations which complicate and burn you out while trying too hard to come close to. And you tend to doubt them all when differing sets are introduced. I'm a really lazy person who doesnt fancy trying too hard and complicated situations. So there I go, once again, trying to run away from them as fast as I can. Not good.
And, I dont understand whats with the complication. I'm not interested in having one of those online relationships where you cant talk face to face. Thats so scary!! Friends say Hi, not run and hide. Theres nothing to run and hide from right? Omg, queer and funnyyy yo. Alright, i'm going to kiss my essay goodbye and go to bed. Yay, may it be a terrific thursday for everyone, esp yanying and kathleen. (:
May my thermometer magically appear on my table tmr morning! Icantfindit ugh! comments