It seems i've been pretty slack recently. Not only in leaving frequent blogs but in communication and retaining old habits that i feel i should. I no longer find time to spend forever brushing my teeth while i sway to MXPX or arrange my shirts in shape and colour. I also watched a film the other day and partially managed to invisage myself growing old with someone. This is relevent! What am i thinking? I can't give up on my youth-death drive now before the 30year watershed. I'm desperate to maintain my steel-balls attitude of fucking wasted life and being strong-willed if not physically strong. I need to get back on track to avoid being 25 and jobless with my knickers around my ankles and my kids ruling my house whilst their father binge drinks and walks down the shop to spend our benefits on stella artois and scratch cards. Extreme? Yes, Impossible? Definately not. Given the current position of the UK i'd say we've stepped into an era when anyone can throw their life in the trash, and 60% of the time do.
Only 2 exams left to go out of 10 and i feel like my brain is slowly but surely weeping out of my ears, i don't think my notion to analyse extends further than whether my preference on my toast for today is Marmite or Nutella. I'm sick and tired of always being sick and tired of things. I need to make it through this last week so i can smile everyday for 3 months before the whole process starts again and i miss everyone and everything i'd just done.
I've spent so much time with girls this week and completely relished in not possessing a penis. It seems now i purely exult in my sheer feminism tendancies and the urge to belittle men and wow the massess with my 'je ne sais quois' in regard to being the dominant one. I don't think its time to burn our bras, i think its time to get even.
Having friends leave things at my house is nice, i finally belong.
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