I have been tripping a lot these days. It's almost like I wait for the Dark Energy shrouding my head to materialise and curse me to death. I know it's stupid to complain. But not when it has gone beyond human control - insane - it's almost like my shoe-soles have been replaced in the belligerent attempt to bleed my knees before they finally give way. And, incidentally, even if I am on time for class, there is always a necessity that I will have conveniently forgotten back on my bed side table, and now I'm stuck midway, deciding which way to go. And yes, the elevator will never work, now that I'm crippled from all the tripping. Well, there is more, but I can't get myself to organise all of that into a civilised stream of thought.
- Yeast Extract - smells like bird poop
- pH 10 bright purple - pretty
- Heroes - 12:00 a.m., common room - sucky freshman monopolise couch
- Wordlist 2 - well, midway
- Still not expecting the Letter of Recommendation which is 2 weeks over due.
- Bank, bank - hate going to the bank
- Gloomy Eco Lecture Theatre, cool LCD projectors though. And the proff of course
- Finally made sure I had nothing to do with agriculture in the future and the entire eternity.
- Breakthrough at the Lab - all work done with - on time that is.
- Sick of black hair now. Yes, already.
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