Under rolling skies and trailing shadows, I crave the intensity of adventure again.
**
I am so incredibly bored in this class that my little grey cells decided to turn to writing to pass the time- because it's clearly not moving fast enough.
I am a woman of many things, one of which is that I am seriously sleep deprived.
These last few days in between my posts have been incredibly fulfilling. I managed to get my friends together in order to have a dinner party of sorts and I am terribly spoilt to have them all get along so well, and generally we all had a really great and amazing time together. It was great to have them all get together and we had a good time chatting and swearing (swearing, as you would guess, came from me) before sitting by the riverside at Clarke Quay with ice cream and/or beer.
It's been a lot of firsts for me, recently. Stayed up till 6 for the first time, sang in front of an audience for the first time, sat by the riverside at CQ listening to retro songs from across the river with a bunch of my closest friends- it's like when I reached uni I was finally able to break from the mundane 9-11 life I lead and finally do things for myself that I hadn't had the opportunity to do. Whether it had been getting up and making breakfast or snoozing with a sleep deprived pal, talking crap into the wee hours or being more responsible for my life, it's really rewarding to be here.
I miss travelling quite a bit. I want to spend more time over the holiday exploring new lands, but it's going to be a little difficult considering that I desperately need to work. Not having a job like I used to is kind of difficult- and I do need to spend more time studying for tests and the such. I'm hoping I can cope as well as I did before, but perhaps that's a short lived dream. I've actually found time to game a little recently, entirely in love with "This War of Mine". Good time to get a new game I think, the stress is starting to pile up because I can't understand this one mod at all- and I'm not motivated for another.
**
I hate over thinking.
The mish-mash of colours that mixes and
turns
into a mud
It flows out of my fingers
Staining the sheets
filling our cups.
It's poison.
And I fear so much that
you will
forget me and
partake in a mistake
that I create.
**
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