so,
here is sit, at two minutes to seven in the morning, my laptop balanced precariously on one knee, and an extremely uncomfortable hole in the toe of my stocking, pondering the meaning of life. not actually, im trying to work out whether i should go to design this morning or just go to work and get paid extra money. i mean, i have a meeting tomorrow to change subjects into something else, so is it really worth me going to paint in watercolors in a class that ruins my week when I am dropping it the next day.
i don't know, but moneys sounds way better to me.
plus the fact that even if i get on the next bus, i will get there late anyway, so it defeats the purpose of even going.
then again, maybe i should go and check what time that meeting tomorrow actually is, as I've completely forgotten, and it's sort of mandatory to know times of things.
i went to moonlight cinema last night with bec, and got really quite drunk off five litres of wine (a mistake, may i say) and then i came home and didn't sleep. anyway, that excellent set of activities positively evaporated my suicidal state of mind and changed my disappointment into resolve.
resolve to be a better person you wonder? no, resolve to fuck up the next person that gets in my way, and not in a like 'i slapped you bitch' sort of a way. more a serious physical beating administered by someone very angry. me, or one of my associates. i don't really care, i just want someone to die pretty gruesomely. maybe i'll find the crazy guy on the bus and ask him and his meat cleaver to follow the stench of my undying hatred to my victim. I don't really know yet, but i guess we'll see.
i read my old journals again, so i think my violent mind frame in year eight has come back. but that's all right, i can deal with that.
so basically no matter what i do today, i am going to fall asleep at some stage.
i have to interrupt this fascinating broadcast with some news that just came in. we have a report that there is a report pending that there may be a report that Brand New are fucking awesome.
so i think i decided that school is a no go today, but as of yet i am not completely sure.
who am i kidding actually, i am totally fucking sure that i cannot be fucked with a pointless lesson today. especially with my crazy anorexic teacher.
I really need to clean my room. there's all my school stuff on the floor, as well as a giant amount of unworn clothing and a stuffed bunny. but i'll get to that, all in good time.
so, in other news, i have channeled basically all my emotions into a giant pit of depression this week, which was probably the most terrible idea ever, because i convert sadness into anger, and then i get angry at everything that moves, including Invader Zim on the TV at five this morning. And Bec when she made me make her coffee just as i was trying to leave. i made her her coffee, but i didn't put sugar in it, so who's laughing now?
i dont think you understand the full extent of my evil intentions when i left out that sugar. the woman lives on her sugar rush. maybe she'll cut her arm off on a saw at tafe today. i can dream.
anyway, im going to sign off, lest i blather more dribble and bore myself to death. let Billy Talent and their overly generic tunes to do that :D
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