Endlessly Sighing

The way I executed this week of freedom was so that every odd day I'd be social, and hang out with someone, and every even day I'd enjoy the silcence and just have some time to myself. This strategy works pretty well for during-the-school-year breaks, I think, because I end up having a fairly equal amount of time spent relaxing and sorting out my thoughts, and time spent getting into shenanigans.

Unfortunately, I pulled an all-nighter reading last night (because Nitzche is just that fascinating), and spent all day sleeping, so now I'm probably not going to sleep at all tonight, and then I'm going to go school. It's going to be lovely in the most sarcastic sense of the word. Definitely not looking forward to the inevitable. Sighhh.

I've been doing a lot of that lately, sighing I mean, because this break has been so devoid of dramatic escapades with men that every time I remember something boy-related, I just sigh wistfully. I mean, I haven't gotten laid at all this week, it's tragic! (btw, Cassi, guess who finally decided to text me?) Besides that, something Agb said on our traipse around the university got me relapsing pretty hard on the I-miss-my-Ex memories. Again, sighhh.

But oh well, onwards and upwards.
(why is it that every I think of that phrase, it goes through my mind in a Belfast accent? weird much? Oh no wait, it's because Valentine says it in Mirrormask...)

I got new make up, I am very happy.


Tippity Tap Tap (the sound my fingernails make when I drum them on the keyboard)
Julia

PS: Nitzche had a pretty fantastic mustache.