comfortable.

I spent the whole of Saturday afternoon looking at quite a plethora of pretty things with Rosie. There were the omigod "I got to have those shoes" and of course, her very fantastic dress. Then there were the more important pretty,shiny things with Rosie and we swore (well almost!) that we'll help each other out when the time comes. (ha!)

I then spent the whole of Sunday doing (honestly, i do not have any idea where all the time went!). Went for a run with my cousin at 7 in the morning, after which, things kinda went something in the order of, eat... shit.... sleep... eat... and a lot of episodes to the toilet in between all those major things. -shrugs- I suppose that's what a run first thing in the morning does to you. (ha!).

There hardly is much to blog about these days because the crucial time of the semester is here again and days are starting to feel a bit draggy and dreary. Draggy because it's so hard to get out of bed, ironically though, time seems to be slipping through our fingers quicker than ever. So most times, you feel like you're stuck in this strange conundrum of realistic/imaginary time warp.

You feel like most things hardly change because all the energy that's in you at this time goes to trying to get work done.

That reminds me, I've to stop reading and write my silly essay already.

Three months and I'm still sober,
Picked all my weeds and kept the flowers
But I know, it's never really over
And I don't know
I could crash and burn
But maybe, at the end of this road
I might catch a glimpse of me
- Sober, Kelly Clarkson

I know I'll live at the end of this, but before that though - gah.
I need to be IV-ed caffeine.