I would totally write more things but I’ve been busy looking for real life from the comfort of my bed. I don’t know whether many of you have attempted this but it’s quite difficult, let me tell you. Especially when you head is wrapped in pages from Madame Bovary, thus ensuring that your eyes are closed to the little inconsistencies in the storyline of your daily life, and you only wear comfy clothes while buying bags and bags full of clothes to be worn outside the home.
What I’m trying to say here is that I’m having a hard time finding reasons to go outside and wear clothes. I’ve reverted into primordial status and fantasy. Give me a club and have me act out “Ugga ugga” and we should be good to go.
I’ve been battling this awful sore throat for much too long – more than a week at this point – and it is really starting to drag me down to the dumpster. Every day I feel like I’m getting better only to wake up the next morning to realize that the brain matter I had so steadfastly worked to increase over my meagre 20 years has disintegrated into mucus, and fills my head whole. Also, I’m probably addicted to the internet and my money is slowly oozing out of my bank account.
In the meantime, I’ve managed to finally finish Dawson’s Creek, thus realizing my alter-persona’s happiness (Joey ends up with Pacey, thank the good people who wrote the damn show already). I’ve also come to see that I identify with nerdy, albeit witty, white chicks in my tv shows. They are usually brunette.
Cases in point:
Clearly, I have issue. Anyone planning on being a psychologist when they grow up, but are still in undergrad and therefore doling out free psychiatric advise from the safety of their dorm room? Also, notice that I used their real names instead of their character names in the captions. Maybe I’m just in love with all of them. They’re just all so beautiful and endearing, guys!
I need to go do something with my life now, think about birthday presents. Orrrr I could study for my American Literature exam, which is on Tuesday.
The choices, the choices.
PS. I so promise to write something of substance soon. Just give me till Tuesday to melt my brain matter.