i know days where letters in my head don't form words, words that form break down into sentences that come out in stumbling, sketchy and incoherent. i miss the mindless rambling. it seems that everything has to be processed though my head before it comes though my mouth nowadays. i can't explain it, but most of the time, i just feel uncomfortable; out of place. i'm not complaining. i've come to terms with the fact that uwc just isn't going to be st nicks and 've got to live with it. i just wish it wasn't this difficult.
watched incredibles with georgita the other day. mighty good show. nuff said. i saw the girls (dith sam va) and it made me really happy. i can't explain this either. there are just too many things going on that i can't seem to connect and explain, but i was happy, so i guess it doesn't matter.
i hate the way i always have expectations to live up to. expectations set for me and expectations i set for myself. its all these expecting. don't people get tired? i get tired. i'm very tired.
it was nice seeing per, after so long. sitting/chatting/stoning/relaxing. its always good to see old friends. they remind you of you.
