'...ask me what its like to have myself so figured out. Wish i knew...'
So you're making me feel shiet again. Can you act like a friend for once? I'm busy too you know, but I'm making the effort, or trying at least. And you're stonewalling me. That was totally a chance for you to REPLY for once. You'll talk to everyone else BUT me. What am I to you? Do I mean anything anymore? Just let me know now so if I don't mean anything, we can go back to our old ways where we didn't feel bad for ignoring each other politely. Some friend...
Now to funnier things: HARRIET IS IN SYDNEY! YES!
Also, I had my Anthropology tute today and... well when my tutor walked in, I was like... 'Shiet. The awesomely fitting shirt, the neat trousers with appropriate coloured socks, the golf hat, the glasses, the Generation-X-trying-to-fit-into-Gen-Y swagger in his walk, the slight eccentricity...THIS IS THE TUTOR FROM EVERY SHIETTY COLLEGE MOVIE. THE ONE THAT CONDUCTS SECRET AFFAIRS WITH THREE STUDENTS ALL AT ONCE. OMG MY TUTOR IS HANK MOODY! (Obviously not treally David Duchovny you idiots.)
That's basically how my mind works... But I wouldn't be surprised if he was boning a student somewhere.
- dyanne. ♠
'Sorry, I don't speak Abercrombie and Fitch.'
'Sorry, I don't speak Abercrombie and Fitch.'
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