Finals. Mmm-mmm good, just like a skyscraper. Jesus Christ pork fat pornfest indeed, that’s such a good song. So is “I Hope You Die” by the Bloodhound Gang. It’s a song dedicated solely to a death wish. I won’t even bother to quote the lyrics, you’re much better off just downloading the song yourself. It’s good.

Summer is so close I can taste the boredom. The premonitions are coming on. It’s long days of coding useless applications on the computer and driving around this town contemplating how little I have to do. But that’s all right. Singapore in 3 days. The later on a nice trip to the East Coast (with a brief return here to remind me of where my home is). And at the end a trip to Europe. So roughly 6 or 7 weeks here altogether, and the rest in various parts of the world. It should work out pretty well. And I have a project (Agorazoar), a mission (volunteer), and plenty of possibilities for recreation. Best of all, I don’t have to think for the next 3 months.

OK so now I’m going to go study for the two hours of hell on earth that is a math final. I really don’t want to complain, though. So that’s not a complaint. It’s a mild passing observation. I’m trying as hard as I can to be indifferent about the whole thing. It doesn’t have to be so bad, you know.

There’s a heron in the backyard. Or a crane. Does anyone know the difference between the two? There was one here last summer as well. They’re pretty birds, big and graceful when they fly. I just was struck by the urge to write a short story from the perspective of the bird sitting on the side of the pond in my backyard. Luckily, my better judgement (and laziness) crushed that idea before I had the chance to waste any brainpower on it.

One Response to “I HOPE YOU DIE”

  1. cordelia Says:

    i suck at reading sometimes. so i read heron as heroine. ugh.

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