Amphibium

Halfway-house, limbo, equilibrium. Alias no-mans land. When has there ever been anything good about being caught in the middle? It's at this point you listen to the darkest songs and either eat enough to hurl or nothing at all. Alias stuck in a rut and being completely sick of everything either side of the middle.
I do things like cut my fringe with paper scissors and beat my solitaire score to pass the time. Avoid 4 timed essays not because i should but because for now i can. I'll still be sat here in half an hour as opposed to doing them.

I'm thinking in clips from films and quotes from television and songs. I want things to happen just how they do in the movies, when everyone forgives everyone for their faults because thats what the viewer wants, needs. My calves hurt and i need to bath and have some small elf-like creature do my collegework so i don't have to.

It's a good job it's friday and tomorrow isn't a college day because i'd bunk more lessons to well, bunk life and sit on my ass for another hour and talk talk talk.
I don't even value half the shit that comes out of my mouth right now.

This is Hell was a good night, if it wasn't for Lauren and Chips and pitta for £1.40 i wouldn't have enjoyed it so much. Nothing beats witnessing people more lame than you to give your ego a sweet sweet boost.

'This is the only banneret,
That ever love created yet:
Who through, by the malignant stars,
Forced to live in storms and wars,
Yet dying leaves a perfume here,
And music within every ear:
And he in only story rules,
In a field sable a lover gules.'