Today I reached home really early, about 5:30-ish, and met my brother on the way up the stairs outside the lift. When I went in laid on the bed and played a bit of Jetpack Joyride (insanely addictive game, really).
Then I turned over and fell into as deep a sleep as a cadaver.
Then I proceeded to have a eldritch dream where I faced the mirror and saw that I had long hair and just went “WOAH WHAT THE” and looked away to rub my eyes or something. When I looked back there it became shoulder-length and I went “SHIT CRAP WHAT”. This went on once more until I forgot what happened and woke up.
So like the hormonally-charged teenager I am, I decided to think about why I did certain things the way I did, instead of doing my homework. Such as being shy around girls and being disapproving of intimate contact between members of the opposite gender.
I think I base my actions around being modest, which explains a lot. I don’t dare to approach people out of respect for their privacy, I don’t like to talk to girls – even those I know well wink wink ho ho – because I automatically assume they find me disgusting which is a rather shallow assumption. I avoid couples because of this respect for privacy and I’m really just afraid of everything.
Oh fuck promos in 2 weeks. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.
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shortly after typing this I got hooked onto Burrito Bison (http://www.notdoppler.com/burritobison.php), a fantastic flash game with a cutesy premise and Alien Hominid-esque graphics.
until 3AM.
fuuuuck
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