Not for the first time...

been a relative while since the last post... not counting the actual last one, which was only one word, i havn't posted anything substantial for at least a week. not that nothing happened, i mean, there was the whole thing with alex's "party" on saturday/sunday (vodka was consumed) and while i did get drunk, i can still remember as much as i would otherwise. not that much i can be bothered to talk about it though.

god, even that seems like ages ago now, and it was last week... anyway, the week continued, and i didn't have to go back to that place until tuesday, because of the history conference. which was.. well. the first talk was boring, and they got.. less interesting. i got two pages of notes (read as: doodles) which was quite cool, but my doodles are just the same thing revisited every time i get a fresh peice of paper. it probably has something to do with my persona or something. i'm sure a psychoanalyst would be interested in the reccurent themes of fire and swords and whatever else, eyes and shit. not actual shit, but more.. well, if you don't get it then i don't care.

i bought a NEWSPAPER for the return train journey (the times, just in case you care) i feel so old. anyway, school happened pretty much as usual after that. you know, the random 7 headed demons acosting you in the hallways, the prescient visions induced by the water, and the... explosions? i don't know, whatever.

i spent most of the week in an odd sort of funk, which was almost entirely due to fatigue. i felt.. dead, or something. when you can sleep all evening, and all night, and still wake up shattered, there's something seriously wrong. sleep should CURE tiredness, but not this week. it just bred more fatigue.

and then it was my birthday on thursday, and that was entirely uneventful. i say entirely.. obviously things happened. just usual things (i actually got a number of beats earlier, when i pointed out to ellis and simon that it'd been my birthday during the week. smart move, that..) i actually crawled into bed shortly after i got home, and a while later was dragged out of bed to have happy birthday sung at me. i don't get to choose to do what i want on my birthday, no.. like sleep.. escape from the ache of awareness..

but whatever. school. ugh. i should probably kill it before it kills me. i'll go prepare the explosives now.. all i need is some soap.. well, not only some soap. i need nitric acid too. and i think sawdust. whatever.