Pop! Goes the Hamster....and Other Great Microwave Games
I've been quite lazy these days. Finals are a-comin' and I'm not quite ready, although I never am. My uterus hates me and my eyelids have betrayed me more than once these past few days. I was supposed to go to school today to do some ass kicking on a math test I missed last week, but my teacher was not there. I came back home and wasted the day away; I do it so well. I've not been replying to my emails, in case anyone cares (Kat), but don't worry, I haven't thrown myself of a bridge yet. The idea of dying in filthy water is unacceptable, anyway. I've watched a handful of nice movies today, amongst them were L'Homme du train and 18 ans apres. I'm a sucker for French films, what can I say? And for James Thierree but that's a completely different story. Full of hormones.
Last night, as I was lying in bed, I planed out my death. It was very detailed and included daffodils. They're very nice flowers, you have to agree. But I won't get into it tonight, I'm much too tired.
Socrates is sitting on my shoulder, enjoying the cold breeze coming from the air conditioner. She smells of hay and sweat, and seems to be captivated by my hair.
That's all for tonight. :)
Posted by dreammyme
at 9:42 PM EDT