green is not a creative colour.

So we all knew I was lying when I said I'd blog every day. BUT HEY AT LEAST I'VE BEEN BEING CREATIVE.


I'm in the library at the moment, doing nothing. I do this a lot because I have to trek in to class all the time and I live in Ireland so it's cold and I can never be bothered to go home. It's 12:41 and the next thing I have is at 6. I'm cool. I actually really like the library, tbh. It's a legal deposit library so I can read whatever the fuck I want. Which I do. Just not the stuff I'm supposed to be reading. But the library is awesome. There are so many books. It's like having friends.

I auditioned for a small part in a play today. It's called The Crazy Locomotive and it sounds like my kind of scene, really. I think there's going to be an actual train-set-set. Lifesize, you know. I'm a traindork. It's too early in the morning to actually have anything to say, although thanks to the grace of my lecture this morning I'm a little more enlightened about being a person. I'll explain it to you one day.

There's a tea-party in my brain
and no one's invited
they same i'm insane
but i'm just excited
the china is brilliant
the cakes are absurd
the weather's resilient
but I'll have the last word

I should probably eventually sleep.


...WHEN I'M DEAD

Have I mentioned recently that I hate boys? They should text you when they say they're going to text you and actually tell you when they want to see you so you don't obsess about ewsrt5yfghbnj. I just feel dumb because obviously, dusk was right and Pratchett didn't want nothin' but what they all want. END OF DISCUSSION ABOUT MEN.

OK I'm DONE.

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