time: 8:24am
music: sorry - justin guarini
mood: hipped hopped.
liberal psych major at a mundane university. borderline-average grades. pessimistic prospects of a secure future. illogical. scribbles obscure third-rate poetry doodles in a notebook in her spare time. dead lyrics. dead jargons. dead(&)oversensitive. hides unconditionally in the books she reads. a lack of faith and color in anything she believes. haunted by memories.
flawed relentlessly throughout.
and urmm.. ok. i lost the scrap of paper i bled my self pity on.
**
we could be heroes forever and
ever.
on the yesterday,
(summarised version)
dee&kin had a whole pint of chocolate ice cream which costed us $10.50.
dee&kin realised we have spent the last 3 valentines (dateless), together.
dee&kin "studied" in the botanic gardens. (the dodgy side)
dee&kin really fell aslp under a tree, on the grass, tummies bloated w' chocs.
dee&kin made a pact to come again next yr (hopefully w' dates).
dee(not)kin bought a $75 mng dress.
kin still wants tt queer coloured pants from mng *stomps*
we walked heaps loads n' sweated (for me), a whole macker's lge fries, 1/2 a pint of chocolate (!!!) ice cream, n' a bite of the double cheeseburger.
who already feels fit!?
*flexes muscles* (pfft.. rightttt)
ok. teeee-heeee. really. i am meant to be studying. exam is on the-tomorrow-morning and i am (only) at chapter 2.5 outta 20plusplus. shucks* righteo. so i (kinda) digressed n' will
niceee.
i'll shuddup now for my own gd.
this has been yet another live telecast of kin.
hope you hv a better day than kinnie the loonie
dahh....
