it's raining super heavy right now, the sort that suddenly slamms the roofs just above me then slowly lightens, with that pitterpatter and random growls of lightning, then just when it's stopping WHAM, once again. it's about the sixth round now. i like.
is be a nice song. beatles ftw, hahaha. robert allen zimmerman and all that. yeah, i don't really have anything to say. public angsting never gave any kick, lol, though confusing people with cryptic stuff that meant nine things at once did for a while. but is be boring.
i need to do stuff this hols, or i swear i'm just gonna stress out and either fossilize or just do studies and uni related stuff all hols. inspersed with pool. and frisbee and squash if anyone will play with me. which isn't too likely. sigh. not going to complain.
i need to compile a portfolio. gah. i'm walking away. that's MY line. no touchy.
not 'less you have privileges. which you don't. nyeh. yes feeling irritated and acting stupidly. go away, i don't want any balloons.
