onethousandtwohundredseventytwo: right na na na-
back from spastic karaoke session with edwin jenhan balls lydia, won't even say where 'cause the location was dodgy to the max. we sang all sorts of ridiculous songs and possibly ruined a couple of them for life, but i guess to celebrate edwin's and jenhan's last day at work it was (i say with Loyal Friend-ly Conviction) worth it.
the past few days have been slightly frenetic. went back to ac on tuesday and practically spent the entire day just talking to juniors and teachers. that wasn't the original plan, but i don't think it's actually humanly possible to walk from the general office, through the canteen and across the void deck without being way-laid and distracted by conversation with at least four different people/groups. today was lunch with sarah and jayne, then a chat with qian afterwards before running into my twinkiebaba at the bookshop and ending up spending the entire afternoon just talking and catching up with old friends. i think i deserve, at the very least, a phd in Doing Nothing.
feeling slightly strange at this juncture because i'm so close to moving back to london and feeling pretty excited to be on my own/with friends again, but i can't bear to leave home. this probably isn't too uncommon a sensation, but seeing as how i'm not used to just upping and leaving yet despite having done it before i think i should name my autobiography 'chu: wuss in boots' or something to that effect.
idea: i want to run away. live in a tuscan farm maybe, where there's no shame because no one can find you
arrgggghhhhh hills and peace
but really who am i kidding, as if i'd ever do that. SIGHHHHH dreams dreams my future had better not be mediocre, or i swear i will rip the universe a new asshole or something equally painful/expressive of my rage.
the past few days have been slightly frenetic. went back to ac on tuesday and practically spent the entire day just talking to juniors and teachers. that wasn't the original plan, but i don't think it's actually humanly possible to walk from the general office, through the canteen and across the void deck without being way-laid and distracted by conversation with at least four different people/groups. today was lunch with sarah and jayne, then a chat with qian afterwards before running into my twinkiebaba at the bookshop and ending up spending the entire afternoon just talking and catching up with old friends. i think i deserve, at the very least, a phd in Doing Nothing.
feeling slightly strange at this juncture because i'm so close to moving back to london and feeling pretty excited to be on my own/with friends again, but i can't bear to leave home. this probably isn't too uncommon a sensation, but seeing as how i'm not used to just upping and leaving yet despite having done it before i think i should name my autobiography 'chu: wuss in boots' or something to that effect.
idea: i want to run away. live in a tuscan farm maybe, where there's no shame because no one can find you
arrgggghhhhh hills and peace
but really who am i kidding, as if i'd ever do that. SIGHHHHH dreams dreams my future had better not be mediocre, or i swear i will rip the universe a new asshole or something equally painful/expressive of my rage.