went shopping last night with thommo and taisia, and i noticed the way she held his hand. it declared: he is mine. taisia has been giving us homework, leaving around cleo and cosmopolitan magazines for us to read, so we can pick up a few tips on how to treat girls right. well in one of the issues there was an article about couples handholding and what it meant. well, i must've been paying attention because her hand was over his, leading him along, her elbows and body snuggled in yet a smidgeon ahead. aha! i thought to myself, she's got his dick in a noose! then again, we all know those magazines are full of shit.
found out on saturday jim also has a blog. interesting how everyone around me seems to be declaring their views to the world, wanting to share their thoughts, to be heard. i wonder if anyone actually reads them? i wonder if anyone reads these words? does it matter? it feels therapeutic just to get it off your chest, so i suppose i matters not whether anyone else knows them. but i suppose if somebody does write back in a sympathetic way, one of these days, i will be over the moon.
exams are in less than two weeks. stress kicked me in the gut this morning. yet procrastination inevitably wins and at the end of yet another day i am shackled with self-inflicted guilt. taisia's friend claire came around and they're watch sex and the city in the living room. oooh the last episode. who cares? we've got a charade going on - me pretending i hate that show and the only worthwhile purpose of giving in to her tv viewing on monday nights is because claire comes around (a very nice, blonde, buxom scottish lass with a killer accent i can only half understand); her pretending to set me up with claire and trying to win me over to her tv show. sheesh, the games we play to pass time, so we don't have to do any thinking and actually talk about or do meaningful things with our lives.
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