pondering whether the most decadent room setup would involve using my bed as my work chair. but missing printer cable my anality won't let me reward myself quite yet. so okay. i don't know. bought wine leather converse hi tops today of all things, as i was looking for convocation outfits and ended up wearing my prom dress! sans the shoes which i need to tell mummy to pack-age. mio caro kiss kiss.
hung out a little litttle while with dave in ware, again the uncanny overlaps of culture lacking luster faster. "lah" (oh the singaporeans.) suffice it to say he played weezer and i sang along. the moment between waking and awareness. the discussion of metamorphosis or verwandlung or just another book. i've let myself get laazy laazy mentally. phrases no longer buzz through my head. nobody here but us chickens. just the echoes of what has gone before. but that's fine for now. i think i'm patient enough, or braindead enough, to - what? just exist beautifully.
dilettante is the hissing and the byword of my life of course. observer. and well, not hunger artist quite yet. but anyway. we'll find this all out taking the keirsey test, or in mgmt 100. i look at my face everywhere i can and it's...relevant somehow. i've had enough of taking pictures, using the pronoun "i", i've had enough of the kate spade/vuitton debates for one day. sensory deprivation hit me now. everything is physical. this is hardcore. :^) wish me luck!
hung out a little litttle while with dave in ware, again the uncanny overlaps of culture lacking luster faster. "lah" (oh the singaporeans.) suffice it to say he played weezer and i sang along. the moment between waking and awareness. the discussion of metamorphosis or verwandlung or just another book. i've let myself get laazy laazy mentally. phrases no longer buzz through my head. nobody here but us chickens. just the echoes of what has gone before. but that's fine for now. i think i'm patient enough, or braindead enough, to - what? just exist beautifully.
dilettante is the hissing and the byword of my life of course. observer. and well, not hunger artist quite yet. but anyway. we'll find this all out taking the keirsey test, or in mgmt 100. i look at my face everywhere i can and it's...relevant somehow. i've had enough of taking pictures, using the pronoun "i", i've had enough of the kate spade/vuitton debates for one day. sensory deprivation hit me now. everything is physical. this is hardcore. :^) wish me luck!