uncommoncold

school is a joke to me right now. everyone else seems to have so much work to do- most of their reading breaks were actually spent reading, believe it or not. or writing. mostly writing.

mine most certainly wasn't, but i'm going to remedy that by reading das parfum this afternoon. except not in german, 'cause i don't know how to read german.

i have this strange green tea drink that tastes like a combination of tea, honey, soap, shampoo, and grandmother perfume. it comes in a juice box, and would go well with that gum that tastes like soap. i can't tell if i love or despise it.

pineapple. i should go buy a pineapple. right once this song is done. oh, mirah.

hardly anybody reads this, so i have yet to feel the obligation to write something that's totally rad. internet journals. writing with an audience in mind. how lovely.

if you knew, that i could take the pain
inflicted at thou battle
with faithful arrows
you might get back in the saddle
but its a special death, you say