I get a little tired of repetitive antics, especially ones I'm not exactly fond of. I learnt my first song on the guitar last week! Although there are chords I can't play right, and strings plucked don't always sound good, but it's a first. I spent last night with friends, and it was all too good. Genuine conversations and teasing were all found. Honestly, I don't dread written assignments because without them, little keeps me motivated. I enjoy the thrill of writing, and keeping a deadline, although procrastination often backfires on the excitement of it all. However, when there are days when completion is earlier than the due date, it feels so damn good. I dreamt I had a greyish silver Fairlady. The wonders of dreams. Syaz just lost 40k on poker, it doesn't hurt anymore, contrary to one month ago when 1k felt like 1mil. Now I'm all about Bouncing Balls and Bejeweled! Almost none of my sentences are coherent. I need to use my Topshop discount by the 30th; I'm thinking shorts, but my closet is crying tops, and Syaz is feeling the entire shop. I like the idea of starting over, being comfortable, clean, and happy. If only it could happen at a snap of a finger, without financial hassles and other issues pertaining to it. I hate having to lie, but circumstances requires me to do so. I am taken for granted, and this always happens. I need to be a tortoise. I love how Syaz tells me off sometimes, and the ways he succumbs to my weird obnoxious demands. Lazy wanna take taxi, dinx, and super obnoxious toddler talk haha. Connection is foundwith a few, lost with some, sustained with numbered ones. It feels nice to be out of the obligatory group, absorbing new contents of conversation, different speech styles, and mountains of laughter. I dwell in the most ridiculous unhappiness.

I'm on the fence between two extremeties.