omfg.

"kind sir," she said.

feelin kinda lost now. heh.
anyway, i used to really love readin. i mean, i still do. but all these neverendin stacks of notes have kinda dampened/squashed that love. "everybody loves raymond" is freakin hilarious by the way. haha. although everyone's probably cooped up in their books and couldnt be bothered but oh wth. the only thing worth grinnin bout now is my gp grade. granted i didn't ace it, but close enough i think. haha. does that mean... well i don't know what that means. haha. aww shit man, my moodswings are gettin more and more atrocious. a 360deg double flip and reverse twist inside out and upside down roller coaster ride, it is. sorry if you've been at the end of my biting/caustic remarks, 'uncalled for' stares, dirty looks, whining voice, whatever. apologies. haha. yep, you behind the comp. 'm talkin to ya. all humans err? haha.
rrightt.
anyway, jes passed me this mag she got from her country club called think. sharp witty humour by the editors. haha. and some of the letters in the 'reader's write-in' are disingenuous at best. very laughable.
now, why can't studyin be this engagin, this interestin?

will you be resentful, i asked her. she said she think she would. i know i would. cause i felt it once before with her. a long time ago, but it's the sorta memory that doesn't fade. cause.. well, you feel guilty that you feel that way. because it's selfish and very very... bitter. but you just can't help it! so there it goes.

aww... and he's so insensitive. i'ld rather watch paint dry, watch the grass grow. then talk to him. which suddenly brings to my mind a dirty quote which... someone made about watchin paint dry. i can't remember who. lol. yucks, honestly! haha.

El balir daga. that's i miss you, in rolf's language. haha. sweeeet. genius, that tjalsma.