I find myself sitting quietly in my room in the dark. Everyone is asleep. Its 2am in the morning and i dont feel a bit tired. I got my results and its fairly disappointing. I’m glad i passed everything though.
Here i am sitting in front of this damn monitor in the wee hours of the morning, trying to comprehend what the hell i’m typing here. This is one of those days where everything is fine. Nothing went wrong at all and here i am contemplating who the fuck i am and what the fuck i’m doing here. This is one of those days where i sit there and watch everything pass by, finding flaws, faults and pointing them out to them. This is the obnoxiousness that i hate about myself, the self-absorbed bastard that i am at this right very moment.
Its raining a bit. Its a nice cool night. The music’s nice. A japanese band called Art-School. They sound very good. I have no goddamn idea what the fuck they singing about, but i’m connecting to the sound and the band which is a good thing in itself. I will put up a review bout them soon as well.
Ah my typing is flowing naturally now.
My hair is a fucked up messed. I sound like a bitch cos i’m trying to grow my hair after years of keeping the short gelled-up hairstyle. Well i want a really messy, fucked up wavy look anyway. I’ve been using olive oil to spruce up my fair and its slowly working, giving my hair a fair bit of volume and healthy shine. Just had a nice shave. Gonna meet nonnie tomorrow.