scrambled thoughts.

So I'm thinking the world could crash down any minute & i would be eating a peanut butter sandwich and listening to Amos Lee.
I'm thinking i could lose a lot, but I'm also thinking i could give things a chance.

Over exaggerated semi- fabricated stories,
did you know people make myths so they're not forgotten?
You're only remembered if you're the first, last, greatest, most evil.
But what i don't understand is why being remembered through through an empirical view of history is at the height of self importance.
I don't think any of us want to settle for mediocrity...but people settle because its easy.



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So I'm thinking math really sucks & i should go study right now.




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just like eggs on a plate..

Wants & Needs Change Constantly.

I want to see this film! :





& I'd really love to have:
Exhibit A, Marc Jacobs sweater
Exibit B, Vera Wang's Rock Princess ( I was under the allusion that the only kind retailing was the sugary pink one littering Julia's binder)

Sleep+Math= Dreaming of Studying

If you're me you dislike sport. If you're me you're indecisive and easily influenced, so most decisions are the products of impulse.
This can be summed up in the equation:
antisport + indecision= finding yourself playing table tennis for another term!

So i'm thinking i'm really tired & do not want to continue studying the recently learnt and hitherto non existent Trig Identities.
I overslept...immersed in this dream-esque universe i found myself studying for my math exam.
I can't remember what Freud & Jung think about dreams, but i hope i will actually study when i leave my internet self & transcend to math mode.

You know what's weird? It's like at school you see someone for the first time even though it's been like seven months of continious interaction.
What's also weird is that i'm changing my bank account, i feel independent.
I can't wait for Thursday :)

Colour

Spent thirty minutes changing my blog layout.
Listening to Ottoman- Vampire Weekend.
First week back, last term of Year 11.
Doing chemistry assignment.
Making play lists.
Thinking.

Beverly is a crap conversationalist.
Danielle observed that he was smiling and ruffling his sweater sleeves.
That time he knew i remembered & didn't say anything,
I wonder,
a lot.
About things.
I'm a complete ditz, i can make people laugh.
Like this.
B: So are you on your break? (stutters a bit)
B: Yeah 30 Minutes, not much.
B: Okay. (FULL STOP)


I'm over analytical & will now assume that YBWM was playing for no specific reason.


God i wish things were different

After Hours

You're So In Love
That You Act Insane?

<3