MmmMmmMm. Kawaii Strawberries.
I've been folding origami strawberries. Then I thought about Rach. Then I thought about Strawberries. A wry smile is a dead giveaway for strong neural connections.
It's been eventful, these days. So eventful I have fallen prey to what me and Jen suspect is a virus which has spent a considerable amount of time in someone else's body. I don't like to think me and that someone else are so closely related- that our insides have met and connect in the same involuntary hackings and wheezings. Jen discussed this over dinner; I was fortuous not to be the one ingesting nutrients else I would have spewed. It's worse than kissing, this virus business.
Leon is an absolute nut. I cannot spend 5 minutes with him without laughing, and we have not had a single SANE conversation ever. I kind of like it this way. Never making sense. I've met a couple of other people who are particularly nice and for that I am truly grateful. Yes. I know what J means when she talks about being pampered. Ah. Life is good. There is intelligent life on earth.
Wha that was super BHB. Heee. I finally read 'kiss of the spiderwoman'. Su will kill me if she knows I've read the script. But I couldn't resist and it was really hauntingly good. And hilariously funny to picture in theatre with people I know in it. But still, I thought the script rather brilliant. You know me, style over plot. I'll read any sort of rubbish as long as the style suits me. OoOoh. Leon's getting into a bitchfight..
There are things in life that are small, yet so fundamental to life they cannot be ignored yet are so hard to verbalise for want of grasping their obvious quality. I haven't figured it out yet; they come and go so quickly and my magnifying glass is not quite the thing. One thing i need to do; sit in a cafe and have a decent cup of tea and a good book with a good friend. We await the day we can take a decent REST.
Didn't do great for this semester and I have not quite finished growling at the credit I got that tarnished all the other three grades. I was hopping mad. Not quite, but I guess anger is a defense for queasy uneasiness.
Ansel is such a darling. He likes my long nails and asked if they could be removed, after which he proceeded to BEND them. Not darling, that part. But he IS 5, and he IS cute and he CAN spell. A-N-S-E-L-N-G. You know I love it when people can spell. Muahmuah. Such a sweetie that one. Rascal. Cutie. Ah, they have their jenkyll and hyde moments.
Oh well, off to camp tomorr. And i have not packed! Rawrh. Oh, Thanks My deer for the shoes.. I love them! MUACKS!
I've been folding origami strawberries. Then I thought about Rach. Then I thought about Strawberries. A wry smile is a dead giveaway for strong neural connections.
It's been eventful, these days. So eventful I have fallen prey to what me and Jen suspect is a virus which has spent a considerable amount of time in someone else's body. I don't like to think me and that someone else are so closely related- that our insides have met and connect in the same involuntary hackings and wheezings. Jen discussed this over dinner; I was fortuous not to be the one ingesting nutrients else I would have spewed. It's worse than kissing, this virus business.
Leon is an absolute nut. I cannot spend 5 minutes with him without laughing, and we have not had a single SANE conversation ever. I kind of like it this way. Never making sense. I've met a couple of other people who are particularly nice and for that I am truly grateful. Yes. I know what J means when she talks about being pampered. Ah. Life is good. There is intelligent life on earth.
Wha that was super BHB. Heee. I finally read 'kiss of the spiderwoman'. Su will kill me if she knows I've read the script. But I couldn't resist and it was really hauntingly good. And hilariously funny to picture in theatre with people I know in it. But still, I thought the script rather brilliant. You know me, style over plot. I'll read any sort of rubbish as long as the style suits me. OoOoh. Leon's getting into a bitchfight..
There are things in life that are small, yet so fundamental to life they cannot be ignored yet are so hard to verbalise for want of grasping their obvious quality. I haven't figured it out yet; they come and go so quickly and my magnifying glass is not quite the thing. One thing i need to do; sit in a cafe and have a decent cup of tea and a good book with a good friend. We await the day we can take a decent REST.
Didn't do great for this semester and I have not quite finished growling at the credit I got that tarnished all the other three grades. I was hopping mad. Not quite, but I guess anger is a defense for queasy uneasiness.
Ansel is such a darling. He likes my long nails and asked if they could be removed, after which he proceeded to BEND them. Not darling, that part. But he IS 5, and he IS cute and he CAN spell. A-N-S-E-L-N-G. You know I love it when people can spell. Muahmuah. Such a sweetie that one. Rascal. Cutie. Ah, they have their jenkyll and hyde moments.
Oh well, off to camp tomorr. And i have not packed! Rawrh. Oh, Thanks My deer for the shoes.. I love them! MUACKS!
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