I will still sleep peacefully with answers out of reach from me

'Arithmetic'

Sums
Deadlines met, missed and Looming
Twitches, strains, aches
High points, valleys, dead pan
purple
sheet music
copious amounts of unwarn jewelry
singular shoes
copious amounts of caffeinated beverages
mind full of analysis and random Baz Luhrman inflicted weird
Constant freakout or exhaustion.

Division
Sucks


somedayallthatshazythroughacloudedglasswillbeclearatlast
sometimeswe'rejustwaitingforsomeday

I've been dying to get out, and that might be the death of me

even though there's no way of knowing where to go, as long as I'm going...

Some days, I want to be one of those people who can just run and not give a damn.

Just run from things, desert people, fail commitments, all that.

And not care.

But in the ever so wise, truthful and shoe-immortalised words of a great friend

trip on your own guilt land on your own headache

im a hostage to my own humanity...

you're the field in the middle of the city

Dear everyone who ever expected anything of me.

Shove it.

In other news, I am undeniably going to fail this maths exam on friday.

Like, not even a question.

And I beg you, for crying out loud, don't tell me I will be fine and do better then I think.

I ALWAYS and I mean ALWAYS do worse.

I am not good at maths.

repeat, since you seem to learn this slowly.

I

AM

NOT

GOOD

AT

MATHS

Sorry to have disappointed you, but thats the truth of the matter.

And whats that I hear?

You want to tell me I'm self handicapping, and should think positively?

just to reiterate, so you can learn using classical conditioning through repetition,

shove. it.

and if you stop telling me I'm not going to fail, maybe I'll reward you, by using negative reinforcement by removing the unpleasant stimulus that is my presence .

because, looking at that practice exam, I don't remember a single thing.

It looks like chinese to me.

And we all know how much attention I paid in chinese...

PS OH LOOK THE QUEEN! Imjustgonnagocutsomedumplingswithscissorsnowkthxbai

Sunshine on my window...

I can't believe I'm still up.
watching movies.
with my sister and five of her friends.
we watched nicole kidman die, ewan mcgregor cry and heath ledger seduce julia stiles.

good stuff.

Least mathsy study night ever.
great stuff.
lots of random flirty moments, and he drove me home in his utter bomb of a car.

And for those few who give a damn, his family keeps the big bottle of tomato sauce in the pantry and the one they top up and use in the fridge.

im sure I can convince him :)

such divided hearts...

frank woodley.
is a freaking genius.

and chicken tonight ads are silly.
but my sister doing the chicken crump is even sillier.
no kidding, i nearly wet myself.

but the weather wet me for me.
wow.
that was a weird sentence.

muffin flange.

that's a weird sentence too.

lol, if anyone knows what flange is (as in guitar effects/pedals) im imagining a muffin, making flangey noises. thanks to frank woodley, i can take no credit.

in other news, he accepted my facebook request very quickly and no, the girl in the pink dress is not his girlfriend. annoying how relieved i felt.

maths test today.
another C, no worries mate!

in other news, my feet are cold.