January 2011
Now I know why I go out all the time.
Staying in is fucking lame.
Also, actively trying to sort out my life which means (regretably) sacking off nights out and being studious with the housemates.
At least I have them to keep me entertained :)
Except Hannah, she can’t be tamed.
Well now that’s all been cleared up, I feel good again :)
You're tacky
and I hate you
Thought for the early morning
because I’m tired and feeling sorry for myself:
“Life doesn’t work out like in films or in books. But I guess that’s why they’re there, to give you the hope that maybe one day, it will. Or if nothing else, let you know that there are people out there, who like you, wish that it would.”
Got over myself for about an hour and whacked out a good 700 words. I’m proud. About 300 tomorrow and then I should be done. THANK FUCK FOR THAT :D
Oh, I forgot referencing.
God, I hate referencing.
Sometimes you just can’t seem to get out of your own head. But you need to so bad because 700 words is looming and it would do you the world of good to just fucking write them. But you can’t. Because you’re preoccupied. You’re always preoccupied. Preoccupied with trying to some how fill/forget the void that you feel growing rapidly in the very pit of your being.
“Don’t get any big ideas
They’re not going to happen
You paint yourself white...”
– Radiohead- Nude (via calmallama)
When someone asks you when you're going to get a...
…and you’re just like “I don’t know, I guess tomorrow when I walk out of my house I’ll just choose one from the swarm of guys that all come sprinting towards me.”
Seeing as I’m gonna be monging out for quite some time today, I may as well get some grub, do some story writing, sleep some more and then hopefully be alive enough to whack out 1000 words of pure inspiration.
It WILL get done today.
Even if I have to start at 11pm.
Also, my house is unfathomably cold :(
So proppaganda/skins party/another excuse to go out and get wasted was fun although now I have to tackle the other half of my essay as it’s due in worryingly soon and then have to have some idea about what I’m gonna say are my ideas for project 5 tomorrow.
I foresee less funtimes in the future.
Enjoying life is ruining my education.
