Old socks

[glassmosaic]

it is 12.20am. i'm beside a tiny heater trying to keep warm it seems like my not very gangly limbs turn cold fast i need to constantly hold them beside the tiny 30X30cm square. i'm writing about my hate for cats, i just got done compiling a 12 min documentary for culture class, i've had too much chocolates in the past few days, just to keep warm, just an excuse, chubby cheeks, can't wait to be back so that i can get my share of exercise, being stationary sucks, i've been wearing my leggings for a week now, it kinda stinks, maybe i should take a bath but its freezing, i'm bad at bingo, i've got no luck at lucky games, all the more reiterate my work-effort linear graph, im so bad at parapara, i'm even bad at go-karts, case in point i banged so hard against the kerb my glasses flew off and i didn't even realise it was gone, i'm gonna miss the exchange friends+ara we're so crazy, gives me an excuse to go to brazil australia japan korea/back to chile, love the carefree days, gonna do my first printing in the darkroom on tues, looking forward to last lunches/dinners but not goodbyes, can't believe i'm leaving chile in 5 days, should i do my laundry before i leave,

another chapter is ending again, how bittersweet.