What colour should I paint my toenails? Ugh, cannot be bothered to take off gross pink nail polish, as smell of nail polish remover is not unlike rat poison. I should really subscribe to Frankie magazine. Maybe I should become a young, witty journalist-writer-person who writes articles about emerging bands and soy-free coffees. Don't even like coffee. I wonder how much a flight from London to Rome costs? Will I be able to afford that after school?
Et cetera.
Then, many miles below all this on the list of things in my mind:
God. Haven't even started history essay on Israel. Still don't really know the reasons behind why the Israelis and Palestinians throw rocks (and grenades) at each other. Oh God. Will get to school to be glared at by elderly history teacher who will say "so what have you been doing this holiday?!" and I will not be able to reply "lying in bed eating greek yogurt and watching Community." At least I have done a chunk of essay about schizophrenia. I even bought a book called OPERATORS AND THINGS, which is the lesser spotted ramblings of a schizophrenic. Still, cannot do any more work at present because printer is not working. Damn. In hell, I shall be surrounded by inefficient printers who look snootily at my mac and say "Ha! How can you assume we'll connect to that! I hope you die trying to insert that ink cartridge, you son of a bitch."
In other news, I went to a massive bookfest and came away with a book about puns (Pundemonium), something called The Te of Piglet, and a small, square book called THE CUBE, which is an "imagination game", clearly thought up by crackheads in the nineties who sat around in coffee shops attempting to sound like psychologists.
New favourite music includes:
and a few things I made meself!
CLICK HERE THIS VERY SECOND TO LISTEN TO MA GROOVEY TUNES.
Yes, I have been playing my new, pink ukulele obsessively.
Ta ta for now.
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