dun u get those days when u wish u cld fly off to some fuck off country ( New York, Madrid, Japan...) instead of trudging around mopping in life's second handed misery here?

AKA.

studying ur brain cells away, mixing around with friends that u noe are more like survivor cliques instead of the kind that u cld call up and talk to them abt ur toenail without freaking them out,

and blogging emo entries like this.

So there i was, feeling sorry for myself and picking at my toenail thinking how shite life was when i saw a nick of my fren on MSN who had been studying in Australia and had came back for summer hols and her nick went like ," Sg's too fun for me!"

I blinked and thought she had been concussed by the cows (or is it sheep?) in the farmhouse place she had been staying in Aussie.

Sg's not too fun for studying. In fact on crap days like this, i think studying Marketing is more fun then Sg.

...

well, almost, i suppose.

anyway.

If she can go on like that, I dread to think what Australia is like. I mean, arent there all those powdery sand beaches with the crystal blue waters that are scattered aplenty all over that sunburst country? and all the cows and sheep u cld milk and go ard all day with pigtails and milkgirl poppy skirts that revealed ur knickers if u so much as breathe, singing mountain songs while running hand in hand giggling happily with the farm boy whom they share the same sheep dog with next door( or rather, next hill) if u had so wished?

I can only conclude my fren hadnt played her cards right and hadnt gotten her hands on the farm boy next hill.

ah well.

Ur author here on the other hand ( i like saying that, " ur author" ) simply cannot wait for the day when i finish up the last of my education here and pack my bags to fly off to New York. So what If i wont have money? isnt life supposed to be all abt embracing spontanity? I can just hook up with a couple of people there, get a job as a waiter serving food to C-List actresses and it wont be long before im on my way to showing Madonna how to shake her booty on her next concert entourage.

But then again. dreams aint real.

so long.

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pissss: Im cutting my hair tmr. call the pope.
pissssssssssss: Its going to be short! well shortish i suppose. ciao~