my life currently consists very abstract things...
roaming around my room in the middle of the night and keeping my flatmates awake with 4am Nada Surf revivals (the insomniac's choice being currently tied between "blonde on blonde" and "your legs grow");
lying in until the afternoon;
buying, weeks and weeks in advance, train tickets and the budgeting that follows this;
sending out late letters to the four corners;
not eating well enough, and then making up for it with occasional over-kill meals;
early hour phonecalls with drunk associates;
writing essays on: gaelic poetry...the economic, ideological, social and technological advances made by neanderthals...and a personal study into a specific practice of divination;
missing home.
roaming around my room in the middle of the night and keeping my flatmates awake with 4am Nada Surf revivals (the insomniac's choice being currently tied between "blonde on blonde" and "your legs grow");
lying in until the afternoon;
buying, weeks and weeks in advance, train tickets and the budgeting that follows this;
sending out late letters to the four corners;
not eating well enough, and then making up for it with occasional over-kill meals;
early hour phonecalls with drunk associates;
writing essays on: gaelic poetry...the economic, ideological, social and technological advances made by neanderthals...and a personal study into a specific practice of divination;
missing home.
i can't remember the last time i wore an outfit i actually liked, which makes me angry.
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