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*Wipes dust off space*

 

Hehe. That's a suitably deep thought to return on.

 

Well, much has happened over the past few weeks: by which I of course mean very little has happened. I do however have a pink teeshirt and very sexy jacket. Retail therapy resolves all paranoia. And chocolate. That helps too. I'm such a god damn woman!

 

Good god, I've forgotten how to write! Appologies for fragmentation. An literature student would say it reveals the author's fragmented state-of-mind reflecting some kind of spiritual or social unrest. Then a less intelligent literature student would say, "It emphasises it...like...the thing...you know." And the even less intelligent literature teacher would say "Yes, good point. But remember to talk about multiple viewpoints. Remember to use words like 'however' and 'alternatively' and 'it could be considered that'" I shouldn't knock it really; it's the only subject I'm gonna do well in.

 

Erm, I watched that Ant and Dec film. It was actually really good and they're suprisingly good actors. And I watched Hitch, which was optimistic to say the least. Like there's any chance in hell that a beautiful celebrity would would fall for a socially inept fat man.

 

I could write more stuff about tractors and bus rides, but it would sound too much like a Stereophonics song.

I've been watching your world from afar,
I've been trying to be where you are,
And I've been secretly falling apart,
I'll see.
To me, you're strange and you're beautiful,
You'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see,
You turn every head but you don't see me.

I'll put a spell on you,
You'll fall asleep and I'll put a spell on you.
And when I wake you,
I'll be the first thing you see,
And you'll realise that you love me.

Yeah...
Yeah...

Sometimes, the last thing you want comes in first,
Sometimes, the frist thing you want never comes,
And I know, the waiting is all you can do,
Sometimes...

I'll put a spell on you,
You'll fall asleep,
I'll put a spell on you,
And when I wake you,
I'll be the first thing you see,
And you'll realise that you love me.

I'll put a spell on you,
You'll fall asleep 'cos I'll put a spell on you,
And when I wake you,
I'll be the first thing you see,
And you'll realise that you love me, yeah...

Yeah...

Yeah...

Yeah...

Yeah...

"Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off."

 

"Listen up maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world. We are all part of the same compost heap."

 

This blog... is over.