crank is one of those milestones books you read that strike you as suprising, honest and sincere.
beautiful, it is,
really.

the whole novel is written in verse, and the verses are structures such that the left to right form sentences but the columns on its own make phrases, a tad draggy but bloody brilliant i say.
i'm still reeling from this unexpected find, brought about by somebody's perpetual tardiness, but like i never say, some good is bound to come out of that bad habit. :D

i've been going though i mirade of emotions lately sporadic swingings. sporadic sporadic sporadic random is just so overused. there are too many things happening and nothing at all. so much work to do, that up till now still remain undone. i say i'm the number 2 procrastinator, after you. no argument there. i'm bored and stressed. i lead such a bipolar life.

sam's coming back sam's coming back sam's coming back sam's coming back.

happyhappy j, happyhappy jewems reunited.

with the happy comes the sad. i know its the last christmas we'll spend tgt before they leave. it makes me sad, and i don't think abt out, honestly, it just comes. if you're sam or va you are absolutely banned from reading this paragraph, but having said that, i know you're still reading, oh well. i don't want to throw a spanner into the whole magical workings of denial, which i know, we're (jewems) all in. but, just but.

sigh.

i'll drink to the madness, if it keeps the sorrow sweet.