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I feel so out of the loop! i don't know anyone anymore and we have only one thing to blame...Board Of Studies, why do i need it? it's not like i'm going to Uni next year. no. no. i'm going to china, yes i am! :D
i need a hug...man, LJ is such a whingefest for me...
it all gets me to the point where i just want to self destruct and become a hermit for the rest of my life. living in the deep, deep new zealand bush by my self... left to write in peace by myself, the only social interaction i'll get is with the postman who will bring me water, gas and electricity bills...and the occasional trips to the shops for foodstuffs where i will hide my face from the glaring inquisitive looks on the faces of 3 year olds who point and cry and hide behind their mothers summer dresses as i walk by. the only way to get to my home is by boat and on foot. i will grow my hair long and live alone. wait for the winter rains. i'll have a bearskin rug that glows red by the fire. handmade blankets and clothes. i'll have small art studio where the walls, a cold white, seem to go forever. a closet dark room where i develope my landscape photos of the damp, deep green forest...and the occasional portrait of acquaintances. A bed that needs to be climed into and where you can hear the rain pounding on the roof and moist ground. Hot water bottle and feather quilt. a grey rabbit named Sire for company.
I could go on. But I won't because I have assesments to finish...and start...
i need a hug...man, LJ is such a whingefest for me...
it all gets me to the point where i just want to self destruct and become a hermit for the rest of my life. living in the deep, deep new zealand bush by my self... left to write in peace by myself, the only social interaction i'll get is with the postman who will bring me water, gas and electricity bills...and the occasional trips to the shops for foodstuffs where i will hide my face from the glaring inquisitive looks on the faces of 3 year olds who point and cry and hide behind their mothers summer dresses as i walk by. the only way to get to my home is by boat and on foot. i will grow my hair long and live alone. wait for the winter rains. i'll have a bearskin rug that glows red by the fire. handmade blankets and clothes. i'll have small art studio where the walls, a cold white, seem to go forever. a closet dark room where i develope my landscape photos of the damp, deep green forest...and the occasional portrait of acquaintances. A bed that needs to be climed into and where you can hear the rain pounding on the roof and moist ground. Hot water bottle and feather quilt. a grey rabbit named Sire for company.
I could go on. But I won't because I have assesments to finish...and start...