classy characters in the rat

starry nights

saturday was the grandfinal gathering at weifies. sunday, monday and tuesday were spent madly doing my arts essay on european integration (yawn). med cover wednesday night. a most excellent party at the students compound thursday evening (trolley fire! eighties music! giggling gyrating blonde medical students! core!)

can't hardly keep my eyes open and the maxalon down today. phwo!

is life supposed to be filled with meaning? when i stop to think about it, my life seems to be dominated by feelings rather than meaning. mostly emptiness and loneliness, with moments of overwhelming rapture that threatens to blow me up to a billion pieces. but these days im far too busy to stop for long. which is good, because im not cut-up by all these feelings. but its also bad. because im starting to not give a shit.

outta my way, damn scrooges!