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a day in the life,

Below are the 3 most recent journal entries.

 

 
  2005.07.20  22.04
last update for the moment.

have decided to discontinue this blog, and continue with the old. more freedom i suppose,



Mood: mellow 		 
 


 
  2005.07.14  18.11
The blue channel,

Yet another brain numbing high school experience augmented by my own self torment and apprehension of our up coming folio presentation.
Note to self, have more discipline, and never pick up water logged cling rap from the depths of the school grounds again.
My sole relief from a mundane routine coffee with James, thank god someone else on this planet thinks on my level, I hate people that complain about things that they can fix themselves if only they used common sense.
Still no curly shoelaces.sigh.



Mood: restless 		 
 


 
  2005.07.13  22.29
today ( this may get redundant)

2nd day of second semester. Been at school for two days the thin layer of plastic rap has taken its toll on my sanity again, It almost feels as if I the holidays never happened, even though I feel a sense of accomplishment towards them, my RMIT certificate hangs daintily next to me as I type, reminding me of a whole heap of wasted time, cold lunches at the state library and expensive MET fines, and turps. However I have to pause at the irony of all the torment which is land marked by a misspelt name, HA.
I hate school its official, I know everyone hates it too, but I feel I especially hate it. especially since although James is right there by my side the whole time, when I return home, I feel as if I never actually saw him all day, leaving me feeling hollow. I comfort myself with memories of lying on his chest contemplating the speed at which his facial hair grows. If there is a heaven James’ chest is it. It felt strange to lie on the heated bed at 3.12 embracing each other’s exposed bodies. Even stranger when we felt compelled to act responsibly and depart, with the intention of completing the mammoth pile of neglected homework. Instead I find myself typing this. Pathetic. My defense: Its addictive.



Mood: content