Howcome this world consists of two?
Oct. 17th, 2002 02:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janestarzLast night was wonderful. It was wonderful. It was magical amazing and mysterious. Surreal. I wanted to be up there, driving men and women crazy by the music I make, being adored for just that (and then turning out to be real sweet in real life).
And then the other second you're in school, going to lectures, thinking back to last night and the stuff you like to do. The Sheep comes up to me to tell me my whole fall-break will have to be dedicated to cutting and pasting video of a museum for school. Well, just fuck learning and just don't pass your exams because you just can't study because you have to make these assignments.
I really want to shout and scream and cry. But I will never be understood.
Ramon called and I received an e-mail from my mom in Singapore. She's officially on the other side of the earth now, and she won't be back for another two months. *sigh* I so miss her already. I told her to read my LJ and mail.
Also I mailed Migs. Keeping in touch to those dear to you is a good thing: it fills the holes in my head.
Enya. Damn this song always gets to me.
I fear my hormones are playing up again. But what if they aren't and all I feel is real?
And then the other second you're in school, going to lectures, thinking back to last night and the stuff you like to do. The Sheep comes up to me to tell me my whole fall-break will have to be dedicated to cutting and pasting video of a museum for school. Well, just fuck learning and just don't pass your exams because you just can't study because you have to make these assignments.
I really want to shout and scream and cry. But I will never be understood.
Ramon called and I received an e-mail from my mom in Singapore. She's officially on the other side of the earth now, and she won't be back for another two months. *sigh* I so miss her already. I told her to read my LJ and mail.
Also I mailed Migs. Keeping in touch to those dear to you is a good thing: it fills the holes in my head.
Enya. Damn this song always gets to me.
I fear my hormones are playing up again. But what if they aren't and all I feel is real?
