499B: Party's Over
So I'm 19 now.
I have my own shinai.
And a new hairdryer.
I've eaten lots of cake (mostly from Glace).
And had several good meals with great people
Whom I miss terribly.
And they don't even live in a different country.

That's sort of sad
Which is what school mostly is these days
That might explain why I'm re-reading A Clockwork Orange.
And downing lots of pearl milk tea.
Then again it might not.

My head has gone from streaks of aged straw to purpleish.
According to the box of dye, I'm aubergine.
I go great with sambal
And will become nice and marshmellowish
When heat is applied.

This is supposed to be the 500th entry
But I thought it quite a waste for a landmark number
To be heralded with a siansational update.

This isn't an attempt at poetry
I just like looking at smaller columns of text

I have half a speech to finish by 6.30pm
After which I will spend 2 hours
Thrusting, screaming, making my feet parallel
And attempting to lunge impressively.

The tragic highlights of my day are
The Mentalist @ 10pm
And a scoop of Orange Choc Bitters
from UDDERS.

I'm probably updating a lot less
Because I don't care for much of anything these days
And there's only so much you can say
About an unfulfilling day
anyway.