Interests:Boys and girls. Expertise:I'm very good at being obsessive, its about all I'm good at. Unless you want to talk about photography, but I'm not very good at that yet. Oh and I'm not good at social interaction. Nope, not at all, no way. Nuh uh.
Hot Chip is officially my favourite band by far. As far as new bands go anyway.
Its funny how I used to have so much to write about. Nevertheless its superfluous to constantly be talking about myself. So I guess its no big loss really. But. Actually its hard to really talk these days. I often find myself speechless. Or talking to a whopping number of 1 person. Its hard to even bring myself to carry out normal conversation for prolonged periods of time.
Perhaps too much time spent playing poker and clouding my brain with smoke, is turning me into some kind of dumbstruck invalid. I haven't taken photographs in awhile. And I fear that I may not be as profficient as before.
In all honesty, I'm afraid of many things. I'm afraid that I won't be able to get into a good university. And it's really not too early to be thinking about this. Because the reality is that 2 years really isn't that long a time. Responsibility and dirt.
a strange contrast indeed.
There's always more to say. But even more to withhold.
i'm going to pull an all-nighter. i have tok to conquer. and a whole art-investigation workbook festering in my bag.
silence has never been so easy. but its hard to control one's sanity.
bummed around the shop with tim and debra today. rice krispies. an ingenius _______ hider cover box thing. and i baked. sort of. smashed my head into a cupboard door. burnt a knuckle. and wore the strange purple socks to school.
i dislike how my brain can't seem to formulate proper sentences anymore. maybe its because i stopped. . .
