tooth soup

I abhor PM. It keeps me from…just about everything I like doing. Like getting a life or something. Or at least sitting down. I swear, my ass is sore from not having been on a chair. It’s like it’s protesting or something. Though now that I’ve sat down to type this it has calmed down a little.

I reconciled myself to the fact that I’m going to be single for a looong time coming. I just can’t fit any more in at the moment. I work 2 days a week, I’m a full time uni student doing a double degree and tired. There’s just not enough hours in the day to get out and have fun anymore. The party I had on Friday night is the last time I’ve been anywhere other than my house and uni for about a month. And don’t tell me I’ve been to work, that doesn’t fucking count. Though HAC makes it alright occasionally.

I noticed the other day that I’m becoming more louder than usual. I think I need to take a holiday. Enter convenient mention of possibly going away to Dunsborough by Cian. If it goes through I think I’ll be glad to get away from my life for a little while. I’m starting to abuse people and that’s just not how I am.

I had a great chat to Cian the other day, went over there at about 9:00pm and talked until 11:30 or so. It’s a good feeling to have someone like that around that you know you can go to and just have a chat without any of that other crap that goes with impressing people. It’s too rare nowadays. So thanks Cian, that helped a lot.

Alright well I have to get up early tomorrow morning to do Maths. then I’m stress free for the weekend (except for a Phys Chem writeup, but that’s pissy). Later people.

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