Saturday, May 27, 2006
dreams are made and used and wasted

so, lit's over.

x-men was okay. i cringed everytime someone died. which was oh, every five minutes? towards the end i was in a state of permanent recoil. but hey, the firebadboy was pretty hot. young angel was very adorable, all scared and teary and apologetic about something he couldn't help being. old angel looked utterly glacial. jean grey scared me. power is a frightening thing. but i'd join the bad side if they weren't so cruel towards their own kind. i mean hey, if you don't like me, what makes you think i like you? i would probably scorn you if i could be bothered to. (this isn't very christian behaviour, i know, but at least it isn't active all-out war)

oh yeah. my phone rang midway through the lit exam. *cringes wildly* everyone in a three metre radius was glaring at my bag, which, unfortunately, was next to hy. sorry :S hy. i was so torn between agitation and anxiety that i started chewing on my thumb, which is a somewhat nervous habit of mine. oh well. andd i had my hair cut and my eyebrows plucked, all in one day. =D very efficient, i know.

sighh. i wish -
but you know i don't really believe in wishes.
no wishes, no heart-dreams, no genuine fantasies.
you could call me a coward.
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