killing time
for about a week before i left for england, it felt as though everything i did was simply to kill time in order to make my day of departure come faster. now it feels like everything i do is to make the day i come home come faster. which is strange, because i don't want to leave. it's almost as though because i know i'm leaving in a week, i just want to get it over with. now. and i know that the last few days i have here will be really lonely, because all of my friends here are going home for christmas before i do. they all leave around the 17th, and i don't leave until the 20th. sucky. my last weekend here will most likely be spent in a flat empty of people except for me, doing anything i can think of to make the 20th come faster.
see, right now there are lots of things i could be doing, but every time i try, my concentration fails me. i need to write an essay that's due on wednesday, but i just can't right now. i need to read a book that bores me.
i will, eventually find the key to the time machine that will one day exist. don't doubt me, i will.
see, right now there are lots of things i could be doing, but every time i try, my concentration fails me. i need to write an essay that's due on wednesday, but i just can't right now. i need to read a book that bores me.
i will, eventually find the key to the time machine that will one day exist. don't doubt me, i will.