gurg.

From now on, I’ll write about flowers and butterflies.. chickens and kittens.. and shit..
Because that would probably be better and more insightful.. and also.. I could perhaps try to be less wankery. But that's not happening.

Right. One supervision down.. One [to do ALL the reading for] to go.
I'll start it in a minute.. Should maybe make some COFFEEE. Or go buy some red bull.. whichever.

Anyway.. is it wrong that I feel slightly sad that Heath died? I mean.. now there's def. no chance of a 10 things sequel.. and that film is a fucking classic. Letters to Cleo came on earlier and I felt a pang for a moment.. I like that no one believed me when I broke the news though.. I must look like an unreliable source.. which I guess I am most of the time..

Yes.. so seeing as I am still alive [although barely] it seems like going out yesterday was A-Ok. Best bit of the night- the alcopop I was drinking containing "Sugar, sweetners and sulphite" and apparently, nothing else. There were other good bits too.. and I suppose some not so good bits.. but everything seems alright, my friend is not dead/gang raped lying in a gutter somewhere.. as for a small while seemed to be likely..
The decision.. well no, I've already decided that I'm going out tonight, as it's a birthday, therefore it is a must. Drinks must be bought [I'm sticking to my resolutions dammit [I dance like a fool these days] ]. The question is when and how long to go for.. Hmm.. Gah. I just want chill time. The workload has exploded and my motivation has collapsed.. Want to go hang out.. Just sit around and talk about shit [which, admittedly, is what I do now] but without the little part of my brain reminding me that I have work.. lobotomy?

So um.. yes.. I can't remember what I was blabbering about.. This keeps happening.. especially when drinking >_<
Like, for some reason, I have trouble remembering what exactly I did/said.. which is normal for major drunkeness.. but not a couple of sulphite alcopops and two shots.. unless my tolerance has gone to shit. Although wait.. I WAS in the pub beforehand.. shit.. Hmm. My point still stands though.. My head is messy. As you may have noticed. I would confide if anyone cared enough to not put it down to my nationality ^_^

Roar!
I'm fine.. Dandy.. Spiffing.. Whatever.

Hmm.. perhaps I'm just listening to the cure too much... is that even possible? Think it's more likely to be too many statutes/cases meself.

Anyway.. Work.. Blurgh.
More confusion.. awesome. Innit.