Last Burst of Bubbles
So I'm off to Japan on Thursday. This is an exciting thing. My wallpaper at the moment is Arsenal's official double winning wallpaper from last season, when we won more than that silly mickey mouse cup. This is not an exciting thing. It does, however, make me happy, much like hanging out with old friends, because I am a sentimental young fart. I've been exceptionally stupid today, saying stupid things a lot because it makes me happy. Dinner with a strange mix at maxwell; two groups of friends who I think had a little trouble mixing. After a while it was a more customary foursome; we went on to discuss a method for cooking duck curry such that the meat would be both tasty and succulent. I also realised that my memory is failing me at 21, having insisted that I had gone to Smith street with a known local ice-soursop eater. I have now confirmed in my incontinent mind that these memories were all but made up by my silly little head.
Prioritising is always stressful. I do, however, take some obnoxious glee in deciding who not to see. I make a list of people and label them as 'people I don't have to see until after the trip'. This is my puerile vengeance for minor slights, like not answering the phone on a certain occasion, or calling me a shorty (yes, ESPECIALLY for slights like calling me a shorty). I get to put these people in a little mental box and say, 'AHA! I will NOT spend any time with you because you SUCK!' and this makes me happy. What sucks, though, is having to plan my trip, play enough playstation games so Jamin doesn't kick my butt at all of them when I come back, and also do enough productive bullshit to assuage my guilt about blowing shitloads of money and time on an expedition to the land of tiny cute things with big adorable anime eyes. As usual, however, I remain cool as a cucumber in the sweltering sub-tropics. This is because I am awesome, much like a freak heat wave in December.
I think there should be a smokeless cigarette. Or maybe I should buy some of those candies that look like cigarettes so I don't smoke so much. I am, however, going to Japan. I think I will smoke a lot there. Maybe I will buy a carton of cheap ass cigarettes and smoke them all. This would give me cancer and I would die.
I have a lot of stupid ideas in my muddled head. In some twisted way, however, I think that's the most awesome thing about me.
So I'm off to Japan on Thursday. This is an exciting thing. My wallpaper at the moment is Arsenal's official double winning wallpaper from last season, when we won more than that silly mickey mouse cup. This is not an exciting thing. It does, however, make me happy, much like hanging out with old friends, because I am a sentimental young fart. I've been exceptionally stupid today, saying stupid things a lot because it makes me happy. Dinner with a strange mix at maxwell; two groups of friends who I think had a little trouble mixing. After a while it was a more customary foursome; we went on to discuss a method for cooking duck curry such that the meat would be both tasty and succulent. I also realised that my memory is failing me at 21, having insisted that I had gone to Smith street with a known local ice-soursop eater. I have now confirmed in my incontinent mind that these memories were all but made up by my silly little head.
Prioritising is always stressful. I do, however, take some obnoxious glee in deciding who not to see. I make a list of people and label them as 'people I don't have to see until after the trip'. This is my puerile vengeance for minor slights, like not answering the phone on a certain occasion, or calling me a shorty (yes, ESPECIALLY for slights like calling me a shorty). I get to put these people in a little mental box and say, 'AHA! I will NOT spend any time with you because you SUCK!' and this makes me happy. What sucks, though, is having to plan my trip, play enough playstation games so Jamin doesn't kick my butt at all of them when I come back, and also do enough productive bullshit to assuage my guilt about blowing shitloads of money and time on an expedition to the land of tiny cute things with big adorable anime eyes. As usual, however, I remain cool as a cucumber in the sweltering sub-tropics. This is because I am awesome, much like a freak heat wave in December.
I think there should be a smokeless cigarette. Or maybe I should buy some of those candies that look like cigarettes so I don't smoke so much. I am, however, going to Japan. I think I will smoke a lot there. Maybe I will buy a carton of cheap ass cigarettes and smoke them all. This would give me cancer and I would die.
I have a lot of stupid ideas in my muddled head. In some twisted way, however, I think that's the most awesome thing about me.
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