Figures that when Canary is in town I'm flooded in and stranded. Not that I think we'd probably really make out but I'd be up for it if she was. So movie and kissing - derailed by water. Damn you, pipe!!!
Aa - all this does is remind me of my insane lonliness. School stats soon (vague bastards) and that is good because I want to fill my diaries with love and passion, excitement and adventure. I want to be filled with Brobdingnagian tales of romance and sex and study. I want to feel important to someone. There are so many people who are important to my life - I want to return the favour favor.
And it's cold here. Dreary, like I like it. I love dreary weather. I love the damp and how it tickles my bones.
What am I doing on this dreary day? Cleaning my room. I should be out, living my life, laughing and drinking frozen cherry slushies. Instead I'm listening to jazz, inhaling the smoke of Nag Champa incense and coming to the conclusion that my bedroom will be a crowded lonely mess for at least a while longer.